Lost Boys

Well, those lost boys were so lost that they didn't even initially
give us the correct location for the distress call. Clever scul
pilots manage to clear up the issue and rescue the wayward boyz with
much funk. We even collected a wayward maggot... that Fishtale kid. It
was great because they seemed overworked anyhow.

Meanwhile we got to see folks bust the funk with fire, which was also
quite lovely and thrilling, and better yet, no one burned off all
their hair. Well, maybe not better yet... flames are pretty
hilarious. Before we left the par-tay merriments were exchanged and
nosepicker managed to seal his fate for first pilot to receive an
award of creepy. you should ask him about it, it's pretty creepy.

We departed after realigning the lost ones' funk capacity, and from
there we rode off into space and busted some funk all over the place.
It was all good, and we had some fantastic navtail work. Did that
babymaggot the fleet admiral brought along ever manage to get his
required high fives? Of course he did! He's the fleet admiral's
maggot. Go Falcon, I hear they were cute too.

Aside from there there was much joy of note. Nameless especially gets
noted for splashing a bunch on two occasions, and I've never seen an
exploding Big Gulp fly so far.