Balls in Spaaaaaaace
It started with a simple thought.
Rescue Schemey's balls. One of which was blue. The other of which
was deflated. And then play with the full set of chrome cahones
called "Bocce" balls. Vice Admiral Ehawk lead the charge... "to
AND BEYOND!" (ok, she didn't really say that, but she could have and
it would have totally made sense.) Babymaggot Beaker and Fishtale
were surprisingly unapprehensive of the impending ball play, even
among threats of schoolboying and hazing.
We launched with the usual fanfare, and with Evil Twin navigating the
fleet with a primary spin through the Davis system, and with a minor
mechanical we drifted past the Harvard System and to Luna 7-11, where
we procured ball shaped snaacks (and some snacks shaped like chips)
and danced with the crazed and the homeless.
We then changed course for the Danahy Constellation, to lay down our
balls, and toss them and step on them and aim for a blinky beacon in
competitive fashion. We lost some folks to some low hanginging
asteroids, but the power of balls compelled them forward, and our
destination was reached.
Oh the games the commenced! The sound of metal on metal on chorme,
blinky echoed throughout the system followed by the cheers of
successful pilots, then a game that may only have been described as
Then with a sickening crack, Rear Admiral Lower Half Pecan lost a
battle with the "pedestrian" sidewalk. I'm sure there was some sort
uncertain retaliation in play. Medical aide was distributed, time
taken, whiskey was used as a muscle relaxant and lo - she was good
new (well, a totally new 'scratch-n-dent' model.)
Triumphant, that we have acquired an injury, and played with our
balls, we returned to base.