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than the ass

, and revealed his

this was heading

Here we see

Peter hovered in place, contemplating McKenna's words... He knew how to fix his life. He would become... a born-again space-Christian. Or something. He stumbles further towards the bathroom, knocking a beer out of a waiter's hand, and eventually reaches the relative safety of the lavatory...

Test Squadron ships stole my sweetroll.

which saved Murica

Wait, isn't there already Taco Thursdays?

RABBLE RABBLE!? RABBLE RABBLE RAH

allahu Admiral Akbar.

Peter slips into his puddle of vomit, face caked in various other liquids. His eyes track the Captain from the cold floor as his tongue flails around attempting to recover the lost alcohol and headlight fluid. "Psheeewpshwleugh..." He slowly rights himself, and stumbles towards the bathroom...

Irregardless, our Auroras

What one space-potato say to other space-potato? Premise ridiculous. Why have two space-potato? How many TEST ships does take to change lightbulb? 25. One to install light, 24 to scoop ions from gas giant in 1-hour shift throughout day, but time probably better spend look for...

's wide, gaping

Test Squadron ships meet in space-refrigerator box. "Son is soldier, have many women as want." Says the first ship. "My son is miner, have all space-potato he want." Second ship says. "Son is die at birth, no need women or space-potato." Says third. All nod. Is no space-potato.

I'll need a Bengal and 12CCs of Terran cacao.

(And his penis.)

clapping of his

, check your privelege

while their mothers