"If it isn't the creator of the Double-X.5 Lamborg-ini Ray..." It was Snapple Wigwam, the hottest zero-g prick-tease this side of Chilimac Gamma.
"Need something glakked, Snapple?" I said. She leaned in, pressing her mini-knee into my laser-bone. The thought of her feathered muff--rumored to be the most similar to the feathering worn by young human women during the original 1980s--made my teeth itch.
"Skeletonskeletonskeletonskeletonskeletonskeleton," said Snapple. "Lancelot Link already gave me rabies." She secreted a green drip of honey dew nectar from the mini-knee. She was already glakking.
I'd heard that President Link created a smokable form of rabies popular among Pluto 3's gigolos. I had no idea it made its way to Star Sector Zagnutt's cyber ho-bags. I'm betting the vigilante police don't know either. Or they're hooked themselves.
I reached for my portable Double-X.5 Lamborg-ini Ray and fired off a quick blast at Snapple. It ricocheted off her cup of DR.PEPPER14.7.5 and hit my bionode.
"I...I thought...condensation was made..illegal...three...light years...ago..." I managed to sputter.
"It was," Snapple rasped back. "I mean, IS."
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