They stared at each other.
Two champions of the helpless, two habitual wanderers. A certain rivalry existed here.
One of them had saved the Universe on countless occasions, the other was - in the opinion of the first - a gifted amateur at best.
Surprising, actually, that they had never met before. Years of travel and adventure, one arriving often to find that he had just missed the other - a subtle and complex web weaved by a cosmos that hated crossover.
The stares turned to glares.
The Universe held its breath.
"You are a very stupid dog," said K9.
"Woof," said Porthos.