"Eighteen, twelve, fourteen," she read; I
- "Eighteen, twelve, fourteen," she read; I punched the numbers into the console and braced myself as the ship lurched under the blast. Our chances were slim, but if we could just
- send our torpedoes. "Try A-5" she replied. I pushed the button. We heard a loud whoosh followed by distant thunder. The radio crackled, "Argh! You sank my Battleship!"
- Admiral Dönitz was furious, dreading the moment when he'd have to admit this loss to the Führer. He played B-3, which missed completely. Our next attack on the Nazi army was
- A-2, and when the Admiral cried "You sunk mein battleshiff!" The Fuhrer dozing in the 1st row woke up and yelled "Have him shot!". Meanwhile the alies started doing "The Wave"
- Motion Gun from their battle stations. Reckless and Hot Headed Wild Star wanted to go out and fight them all but the Captain stepped in front of him and said
- "Not right now you two. We have bigger fish to fry. I need you two to get to the warp core and unclog the toilet down there. We're getting complaints from the staff." He grinned.
- Bulemia Tourettes thought it odd that Tupoc should grin, but she set to work unclogging the warp core's potty. Hairy Kim aided. "We've got to go to Uranus & wipe out the Klingons."
- Just as we finished cleaning the lavatory, an alien hatchling burst out of Tupoc's chest, and the rest of us soiled ourselves. All that work for nothing! Man, what a shitty
- turn of events. Aunt Martha admonished him about his language, then examined the alien hatchling. "Why, he looks a lot like your Uncle Steve!" she cried. Now suspicious of Tupoc,
- Aunt Martha climbed into a Vertical Mirrored Transportation Device to search for the real Uncle Steve in another dimension. Tupoc was left alone wondering what had just happened.
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- 2011-06-05 21:34:49
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- 2012-11-25 20:34:51
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PurpleProf Nov 25 2012 @ 21:14
Bulemia Tourettes?! OMG, I am DYING! SO funny!!! Thank you, GreenBanana, for that endorphin rush.