"Crap, guys. This porthole's no good either. Just another half-naked female human. Maybe she can help us, though. Tell me, lady: Which part of the ship has the chicken fingers. You know, fried, boneless chicken, usually breaded, sometimes with, like, a Cajun or lemon pepper seasoning. We heard there were tons of chicken fingers on this barge, so we rushed right over. We horrible space monsters are really big on toting ray-guns and stealing super-unhealthy food from people."
The captain's lies had no effect on the panicking crew for it was far too late to salvage their morale. And what could rob this Burning Man cruise of it's drug addled euphoria? They ran out of hand lotion.
ReplyDeleteOh yeah, those aliens are just curious. That's not a gun, it's actually an asthma inhaler. Imagine the crew's surprise when the alien shoves that into his face, pulls the trigger, and can breathe that much better....IN SPACE...