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The science officer wanted more out of life than the truth – he wanted a piece of ass. Space Ass. High-mother-fucking-five.
That’s why when he jumped out of the shuttle and on to the planets surface he thought it would be a good idea to juggle the data recording instruments. You know, impress that cute geological surveyor from Deck 9, the one with the smoking bod. Show her that this science officer wrote the equation on how to par-tay.
But, shit, weaker gravity and all, he fucking broke the data instruments. Again. Stupid planet’s surface. Yeah Class M for My ass he thought.
“Are you all right,” the saucy geological surveyor cooed.
“Yeah,” he said feigning optimism.
Who was he kidding. Those fuckers back at the Mother Ship were going to be pissed. Big league.
Date Written: January 09, 2004
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