As soon as Neon entered the ship, Grue shouted
"We got our passenger!" and the doors shut as the ship leapt off the ground into Terran skies. Leading Neon to the lounge area, Grue inserted a record into an old fashioned gramophone and sat down on the recliner beside it.
It began to play. The Captain took an extensive look at Neon, eyeing his bag.
"Not a bad trick you pulled back there." he said,
"I'da just kept running. But I suppose you ain't a total apricot nonce." As he spoke, Grue was going his bag of high end clothes, and pulled out a crocodile scale jacket.
"Worth it, in my opinion. I mean it's not like they were gonna wear it. And with a price tag like that? Only one buyin' it is some soulless twat in a floatin' space mansion." Standing up from his chair, Grue took off his white jacket and tried the crocodile one on. It was a couple centimetres short for his arms. In irritation, he threw the jacket down on the ground and shouted
"Medium-large my ass! This is some twisted irony, right? Resolving to forget about the stolen clothing, Grue finally addressed Neon.
"Conditions. You tell me where I'm meant to be taking you. You pay half up front, or I dump you out and take whatever's in that bag. And I ain't landin' back on Terra to do so, bag-dude." Grue detached a small disco ball from his belt and twirled it around on his finger. He smiled at Neon and laughed like he had just pulled off a punchline.