Fifty nubile Philipinos came running towards us.
We had flame throwers lighting our way.
"Help, help, help,' they screamed only wearing bikini tops and brief panties.
It was obvious Captain Kurk had been abusing his position.
'I'll gut his guts and feed it to the penguins if he has,' said Max, who quickly ordered the girls back into the mess room while he ran ahead to surprise Captain Kurk who wouldn't have his way anymore with the mostly recruited farm girls from Greater Manila.
Captain Kurk had gone tropo, thought Max as he bull charged and tackled him. He was armed to the teeth with machine guns, grenades, but to no avail as Max got out his cattle prodder and fried his nuts, there and then.
The other ten scientists, mostly females in distress, and looking oh-fucking-hot in their panties and brief bras, ran to me as Max silenced the problem.
This was Lord of the Rings, but set in Antartica.
'If you didn't come,' said Rachael, a blonde scientist from Nebraska, 'he was going to roast us all on a spit tonight.'
I believed what the big titted and buxom scientist was saying.
The coal was already hot and Captain Kurk was about to do his dirty deeds on ten lined up BBQ's designed for roastng whole pigs.
"Captain Kurk's nipples,' I said and gave Max that look.
Yes, it was what do we do with him next.
I had many ideas but I'd prefer to see him trialed in the US.
'Or fed to the Walruses, after we roast his ass,' said Max, who was livid.
We had flame throwers lighting our way.
"Help, help, help,' they screamed only wearing bikini tops and brief panties.
It was obvious Captain Kurk had been abusing his position.
'I'll gut his guts and feed it to the penguins if he has,' said Max, who quickly ordered the girls back into the mess room while he ran ahead to surprise Captain Kurk who wouldn't have his way anymore with the mostly recruited farm girls from Greater Manila.
Captain Kurk had gone tropo, thought Max as he bull charged and tackled him. He was armed to the teeth with machine guns, grenades, but to no avail as Max got out his cattle prodder and fried his nuts, there and then.
The other ten scientists, mostly females in distress, and looking oh-fucking-hot in their panties and brief bras, ran to me as Max silenced the problem.
This was Lord of the Rings, but set in Antartica.
'If you didn't come,' said Rachael, a blonde scientist from Nebraska, 'he was going to roast us all on a spit tonight.'
I believed what the big titted and buxom scientist was saying.
The coal was already hot and Captain Kurk was about to do his dirty deeds on ten lined up BBQ's designed for roastng whole pigs.
"Captain Kurk's nipples,' I said and gave Max that look.
Yes, it was what do we do with him next.
I had many ideas but I'd prefer to see him trialed in the US.
'Or fed to the Walruses, after we roast his ass,' said Max, who was livid.
