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 9, 2004 Author:scoop Average Vote: 4
Comments:
01/13/2004anonymous (1):
01/13/2004Texxx (4): Dammit. He almost scored.
01/13/2004Dylan Danko (4): This was really good but you get a point off b/c you know damn well I wrote the equation to party.
01/13/2004Will Disney (5): I'll bet that science officer is you, right Scoop?
01/15/2004Jimson S. Sorghum (4): Um. I think you should add that point back, Dilly, because he did say "par-tay."
01/15/2004Jimson S. Sorghum: Mulp.
03/23/2004Mr. Pony (5): This has happened to all of us, I think; if not in an actual sense, then in a metaphorical one.
03/25/2004anonymous (1): Too easy a target. Sci-fi; bumbling science nerd.
01/3/2005The Rid (5): "Class M for 'My ass,' he thought."