ABC It's as Easy as Objectives 1 2 3
We came, we saw, we licked!
Objectives on the launch pad were announced as
1. Jolly Tall Licks
2. Lost, Just Get It
3. Trash Pandas
To properly obey these commandments, we set off to the dulcet tones of the Jackson5, circituously wending our way through the night. Shadowcat at the helm was embodied by the spirit of Hapto, forcing some of the gang to dismount for tiny or vertically challenged wormholes. Lost, we got it, momentarily disorienting even the most well-compased pilots.
Fuzz, leaning against a signpost, yelliing "Couscous, come here, I want to lick you!" PQ obliged instead, using Princess to briefly disrupt Newton's Laws so Fuzz could lick her helmet. The flight path continued to a favorite haunt, where grenades are often found, disgorging hearty oofniks, while everyone else headed on to Powderhouse Constellation.
Bounty was light, and the oofniks rejoined the others with only a few loafs of bread and cake, pounded. However, in explaining space flight to a Klingon, pilots were suddenly possessed to find the meaning of Jolly Tall Licks. Various pilots licked ships, each other, climbed up high to lick down low, and the whole thing looked like a bunch od children who haven't yet realized that their ice cream has fallen off the cone.
Lest we forget, I comemmorate Tard here, before attempting to ride Suspension of Disbelief 2: Electric Boogaloo "Radmax, can I ride your ship? Am I gonna die? Any tips?" You did just fine, Tard.
We set off again, reminiscent of YT, in circular pursuit of the night. Sometime around Central Constellation, though no one could really say, Rad Max burned off into the night. The fleet continued on to find a fuel dump and ended up with an MIT distress call, making friends with students and ST alike, all wondering where to acquire such magnificent ships.
Anorher Kilingon followed briefly, as we flew off again for parts unknown. The park which welcomed us had a giant cat tree for none other Than ShadowCat to perch atop and sticker for us, and a merry go round, hoping to disgorge pilots of recently acquired snacks. Moat importantly though, Couscous found his inner Meskanai, perched upon a trash barrel, batting at empty liquid molecule holsters.
All objectives now unlocked, space was wide open for travelling back to the fort. Just shy of the Market Basket cup hunting grounds, Princess had a plasma failure, and the gang proceeded to the lower launch pad to finish with dignity.
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