Three is a magic number and we were hunting a beast full mythical. Civitron told tales of a titanic 30, maybe 40 ft high pink and blue Starhorse in the Mattapoisett System. We HAD to check it out.
Together, Beetle Juice, Shadowman, and Civitron flew through the Phoenix Wormhole with backward facing funkitron. Spewing the exhaust of dope beats and wild grooves, we busted the fooonk outta dNB. Met some rogues and snacked some CBUs. Beetlejuice wrote a letter to her granny. Two transports collided and Civitron flew in to check on the victims. Shaken but not broken(and understandably not wanting to be bothered), we left them to their ordeal and began our quest for the Starhorse.
"Stop clubbing, baby seals!"
The wormhole was long and winding. We saw few stars along the way but the celestial fireflies of deep space guided our thrusters through the darkness. So much chalk was spilled this night. When we reached the Starhorse, chalk box was almost dry. And as we tagged and danced, we got a visit from a local ST, hailed when someone spotted Shadowman writing "funk lives matter" along Intergalactic Byway 6. We slid him a SCUL sticker and he left grooved and satisfied.
Mattapoisett to Fairhaven back to NBS we were still keepin' it a hunnit as we sailed the chromosomic groove back to the fishlands and all the old haunts. Mo chalk mo solutions! The cup gods rained down upon us and high scores were obliterated.
Mucho sing alongs all up West Nebula and wee wee wee all the way home.
We launched with three pilots and returned with three. Though not the same three for we had returned mighty. This mission truly was as good as it gets. All objectives completed. No mechanicals. No worries.