Off the tubes and on to the...bridge, LowlyEngineeringGrunt Grotecakes makes his way to the communications station, which is still blaring out his favorite RnR (rock'n'roll, not rest'n'relaxation), still with designs on tweaking the sound system on the ship's intercom, Grotecakes is however distracted by the sight of the DJ's beautiful, long legs stretching from her waistline er hemline on to the console.
"Hello there Officer Beautiful," says Grotecakes with a leer in his voice as well as on his face.
The laid out er laid back beauty slowly turns towards him and smiles up at him as she cooes, "hello yourself there Admiral." As Grotecakes is about to make his now patented correction of his status, he realizes that this might not be the appropriate response remembering his past failures with officers of the beautiful kind.
"Er, well a, yes Officer Beautiful I'd say at ease but you might not be conscious if you obeyed that order. Perhaps at my ease should be the order of the moment. Seems I heard mention of a wet uniform contest on your broadcast earlier, you will be my choice for entering the contest." With that said the ersatz admiral extends his bright red, gold embedded arm to the young lovely with new thoughts of what needs "tweaking."
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