The Omega Bastard...
Twurp, the lowly Omega Bastard cabinboy, content to lick the smoke layer from the walls of the ship for the mere payment of an occasional suckle at the yabbos of the Small Supersized One, comes hobbling into the landing bay, hampered by his elephantiasized genitalia which are his only saving grace, and the massive tome he carries in his arms.
"Hallo on de sheep! 'Allo on dee sheep!" he cries desperately into his communicator. "Eye haff de kuukbuuk!To Serve Man..., just like yew ordert!"
But, unaware that his communicator is really only a oneshot bullet-vibrator with defunct batteries, his words go unheeded.
"Oh, do not leef me heer, Meestresses!"He waves his arms desperately.
However, even were his communicator not a defunct bullet-vibrator, his words would be drowned out in the thrumming of the ship's hyperjongitron drive engines as they warm for launch like the galaxy's hugest electric percolator coming to full boil.
Thurrrrrr-oooosh! it goes!
"Harder!" cries the booted one!
Gaaa-wooooooosh the ship responds!
"Faster!" demands she of the splendiferous yabbos!
Burbleburbleburblebabababa-bwoooooosh! says the ship!
"Deeper!" orders the leather ninja!
Blooshwooshwhoopsfwooshwhopbampaloompabawhompbamboomp! the ship gives It UP!
"AGAIN!" cries the Captain in her leather vest!
And the ship leaps toward the zenith of heaven and the stars explode in wonder and Twurp, with his last pathetic breath, cries,"HEY!LAYYYDEEEEEEEEEEZ!!!!!" before being reduced to a burned out cinder, although he dies in the ecstasy of the knowledge of having served his mistresses well, poor useless bloated sac of protoplasm that he was...
