Ooh...look at all the lovely Men I have accumulated! The Light's have gone out on Board...a Power Surge ...not to be confused with a Bioserge (honest Commander...it was My foist Gallon of Vodka)...Baloney! The Power Surge, has been caused by the Raven Haired Double "O" Agent...I bet She is in My Engine Room, sitting on the Generator....draining it's Strength. Akinom is off Her Tree, suggesting that Her Schnapps is Spiked...Dear Frau...all Schnapps is spiked...have You been Probed? Would You like to be? I still have visions of the DHolman in a School Uniform...I must check His Gallery....and his Closet sigh...I have been Dreaming of Mooncats Gamma Quadrant....this is how we will get to Planet Putrid....She will not stop us from making Buzz give up His "Ever Reddies". We must disarm this Buzz...last time I encountered Him, I held Him in a Bare Hug, and He caused 3 of My Dental filling's to shake loose...and, I was not even satisfied :(

Gentle Constituition? What type of Amazonian Warrior is This??? Get that ID# ...or it is a Public probing! How do I know that You are not with Buzz? Have any of Your Fillings fallen out...or, have been shooken loose with His Lusty prescence. Who left all these Toy's about? Have we a Rug Rat on Board? I see Polyphilo has a new Home Entertainment System...Tania must be tied up with a loose Comnnection:( Poor wee Woman...I think She is a Woman....perhaps another Probe. Am I running this Ship on My own? Where is My wee Blue Eyed 6ft 8inch....without the Boots...Platinum Blonde?....I asked her to go to the Space Dairy, She took My Platinum Amex Card, and I have not seen Her since :( I hope She has not teamed up with the Moody One, Mooncat and Buzz :( ooh, what a distressing thought...just Me in Space with all these Men?....and having to look after the Rug Rat, while Her Dad Woos His Poser Doll....I mean...how weird is that? And, who has left their boots, under My Space Bunk? Huh????

Ooh! Great! I knew the Celtic One was a good choice! Not everyone wants to aboard Buzz's Big Rocket. And Poetry doth sooothe the Rage Within. I like to make Music too, Caledonia, so how about a wee Space Ditty, what about a wee Squeeze, of Your Pussycat, that is full of Wind and has Nine Legs. Here Kitty, kitty, Kitty....ooh, what a lovely Tartan Billy Peach Collar You have on Your Bagpipes....have You Registered this "Pet" ....is it like a Chameleon, does the Tartan change Hues. Are You Rich? Why do You prefer "Real Men" ...why don't You like Me? So write me a wee Poem.....or give me a wee Squeeze.....or it is the Probe for You :( Now...what to wear.

Damn Your Black Heart...and Your Black Leather Wearable Lounge Suite, Sweet! You will not be happy untill You get Your 3 Piece *sigh*. No! I will not come with You! I have a different Rythm to beat on My drum. Keep Your Men...I being Multi Gendered will keep My Boyz and Girlz...and this DHolman....who is definetly gonna get the Probe ...before School :) This Goated Zhounder...are You allowed to keep Grass Eating Creatures in Your Quadrant?...and the Bubble Blowing 18rdaze sounds too Young...is He a Toy Boy? If You Promise No Probing....only gentle slaps ....then You are not fit to be wearing the Leather You do. You would probably do better with a "Lazy Boy", than the Erotic Leather, Whip Wielding Image that You Portray. No! Under Your shiney, glistening, smoothe, sleek,firm,rounded, plump, Black Leather....You are all Springs!!! You are a ROBOT!!! You are "THE EBOT ROBOT" You are the Monstrosity of Renderosity!!! You are worser than Buzz Lastyear! You will win over NONE of MY CREW!!! Stick that in ya Gamma Quadrant!

Wear Silk My Boy! Be a Man! Your Washing will Dry in no time . Hugz and a Kiss since You are ficticious...this must be the PDA that is inviting all these Spaced Studz sigh

WoW! So, this is the Fictious that Brenda has been speaking of...hmmmm ..probably has no stamina left if He has been with Lust Badyear + the 3 Piece Suite One. Right...here goes! Lombardo...get the Dudes from the Arcade...I will help You kick Authoritarin Ass! You want a Hamster...right...You can look after jwdell's "Raven One". You want to share a Cabin with a Blonde...no problem...I will ask the PDA to move over in Our Space Bunk. Caledonia....You have Won my Heart, and You have Won Ficticious, but not My Silk...he will be Your plaything...Your New Squeeze...thank You for the Poem...Verse doth soothe the Savage Beast...the clickety click...the 666 that is within. Now, in Your Sweet Verse "Your Arms around Me while I Dream" ...should I ask the PDA and Lombardo to top and tail...there is only so many that can fit into a Space Bunk. Do You Play the Bagpipes in Bed? here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty....sigh No ID# and She has just gone into My Hot Top 20 Foxy Babes...I hope it is not Roger....who lives next Door...He plays Bagpipes and wears a Tartan Skirt :) Now, back to Sour Grapes Michelle ...ha ha... I have Your Studz ...You Ears will be so Bare, unadorned ...ha ha...I have Your Sleepers...there is nothing hanging from Your Lobe. Poor Moody Moderator ....all Her Men have been sent to the Vet. She now must get Her Kick's on Route 66, She Can't Get No Satisfaction, though She is Ever Ready! Stay with Me...My Lovelies...I will get a bigger Space Bunk. Do NOT be Her Slave! Do NOT Be Her Pet! Do NOT get taken to the Vet! Tell Her to.....Buzz Off!

GET OFF MY SHIP! You Buzzard! Buzz Off! Go see Your Non-Doctor Friend! Go see Steeley Dan ...the Rocket Man...before I take a Buzz Saw to Your Ankles, and bring You down a Peg....damn ...when My PDA Sleeps in...She really Sleeps in :( Where are MY Babes to Defend Me? Where is Caledonia? Still adjusting Her Sporran...still getting Her Oats? Where is My Russian Space Soyuz Specialist? Have You slept in as well? Are You Sleeping in with My PDA? The Ship hasn't left Yet...but I am deeply disturbed :(

I am Your Hush Puppy, My Sweet Cocoa Making Thang, that You are Tania. Yes...a Full Moon...though I am used to many Moons...part of the reason why I have the Hot Top 20...so, Yes...I have been troubled...the Cocoa will soothe... I am now convinced that Caledonia...is My Neighbor next Door, in Foxton...I could hear Him looking at Me this Morning as I hung My Space Suit on the Line....next to 5 Pairs of Smalls, as this is my way of Showing who is in the Hot Top 5. I am worried that Polly Pillow may want one of the Moody Moderators Crackers! Does Polly want a Cracker? Is Cal the Neighbor Next Door? Who's Smalls will be on the Line Tomorrow? Will My PDA ever Return? Will the Russian Lady ever appear? Tune into the next exciting Instalment. Now, Dear Tania....My Cocoa.....and, You can do a wee Riverdance for Me...just like on the "Foist Voyage" ....it almost Won You the "Pepe la Pue" Award. *sigh*

A Flower For You My Dear PDA. A Scent to drive You Wild, whilst You.....and I, await these ....er....Studz :) A wee sip of Cocoa perhaps?

Ooh! This Man excites Me! Is this the One who wears the School Girl Unifoirm? Shirley Knot.

What is going on here? Who let the Raven Haired Moody Moderator in...I thought She was at the Upholsterer's. And, who let all the Flies in? The Only thing Buzz is good for is Cappuchinno! Shooooo! Get rid of the Flies! Buzz off. Now the entire Flight Deck is vibrating.....the Studz are popping everywhere. My Martini has turned to Yoghurt, but.....I still have all the Babez and the Boyz, and still the Raven Haired Hussy, Hustles Half Heartedly, for the Heros of My Harem ....ha ha.BUZZZZZZZZ

Damn! This is getting HOT...I am all fired up! I am ready to Blast off! Who was that Hideous Strapon Creature that the Moody Moderator has tucked into her Garter Belt! Can I not Sleep....can I not Squeeze Oranges in Peace...nae...My Crew...fear not...for this is no Poser Rendering....it is but an Infatuable Doll. The Leather Model, for Castaway Astros...that is a lovely big Laser that Donald Has. Brenda has nothing to Fear....Buzzz and his Bint are Doomed. Prepare to emit Gaseous Substances....so that We may Blast Off!

Oooooooh....how I like Candy lick

Yez. I am quite a Woman Donald. Take me in Your Arms Donald, hold me, squeeze Me, run Your fingers through My Hair...call My Name Donald....for Brenda thought You would never come to save Her....you are indeed a Glorious Hunk...they speak highly of You in Digital Comics *sigh*...now ....take Me!!! Save Me from the Harem of the High Commander. Love Me Donald. Take Me to Your Farm ....I am Yours....and, I can't wait *sigh*

Er...don't call me Shirley...it's Brenda...now, take Me Girlfriend, while the High Commander is not looking, You scratch My back....and, I will scratch yours. I must get a little Kitty Door put in....to stop You sratching at My wee back door in the Night :)