Penultimate Radiation Conundrum
There was a veritable abundance of radiation poisioning, so much so that all pilots present now glow in the dark. After stopping off to raid the local reactor for fuel molecules, the mission headed to Fort Broadway - where under the leadership of navigator Snarly, the pilots proceeded to
get drunk consume said fuel molecules in the graciously provided and scrumptously scented abode of pilots Sammo, El Dude, and Mosquito (those pilots who generally choose not to consume fuel molecules, as well as those who were unable to procure sufficient molecules, enjoyed the conversation and radiation-free ambiance nonetheless). One Mr. Johnny Payphone of Rat Patrol (Chicago) attended as a maggot, pilot Pengo attempted to lure the mission to his space station'ice fortress of solitude' [so says pilot Mars] without success, and the 21 pilots in attendance proved their general hardcore-ness by even contemplating venturing out into the generalized Suck that is the Somerville System at this particular moment [er, actually, at most recent moments].
Additionally, pilot Crumpet ended up typing the mission summary - demonstrating to all that she really cannot spell for shite. ;P