Locate the Sansa-Spacesuit People

Mission Summary

13 saucy nevernude pilots set out in search of the fabled "World Naked Bike Ride", which allegedly was on the prowl in the Cambridge System this hot and muggy early summer evening. Lordmcbuttz set the tone in his precariously placed censorbar and other pilots quickly followed un-suit, gleefully shedding garments on the launch pad to better take in the swampy night air.

With Cosima at the helm, the gang cruised the night skies on the hunt for an intercept, to delight and horror of local food calling out about fuzzmcbutt's lack of social decency. Suddenly, there was a swarm of [CENSORED] and pilots were engulfed by [CENSORED] to be carried along with the human tide, where lordnopants was no longer anyone's concern.

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Suddenly, at the statehouse, the [CENSORED] halted, deposited their SCUL payload, and disappeared into the night, leaving the fleet in a dazed whirlwind. Navtail protocol was reinstated and after brief snaquisition, many circuits of greenspaceblackhole were completed before release into the esplanade wormhole. No longer censored, lordbananamchammock completed his most daring maneuver to date, high fiving an entire partyworm of exultant, steering be-dampener'd snacks, to their absolute shock and delight.

Glorious shoreleave included taking leave of yet more garments and spinning Truck Stop until she screamed for mercy to enjoy the undulations. Wombat burrowed into a tireswing for a snooz, Grog had his shorts thoroughly consumed, and all and sundry enjoyed the nebula-cooled night breezes.

The casual flightpath home will mostly be remembered for Bane Thunderthigh's appearance as he slowly removed his spacesuit in flight, and many states of undress were cheered upon triumphal return.