Mission Objectives*welcome home pilots and the fleet admiral
*consume ice cream molecules
*like chillax, man
Mission SummaryThe SCULs have Burned! Returned from the most brilliant and brutal missions of their lives! We were going to have a massive party, but well, they needed to sleep on something that didn't jostle, or give them crap about missing breakfast.
Rollin, Rollin', rollin' on the rivah….the goal here was super mega posi chill time, and lo and behold the most stellar pilots of the SCUL officer corps. (no not the dead thing)(shut up)
On the mission, we were duly lead astray by Captain under the orders of Beezwax, but we found ice cream, so that was ok… and we went took advantage of the posi gwell in cambridge, and proceeded to do some massive loops in that way that could only tell us that she'd been lost here before. And then we found Miters, and the crappy sonic disrupter system (plus 7 of annoyance) was fed more a cassette deck after the MP3 burned up on re-entry. It was decided that the speakers need to be painted like dice… and that was about all they were good for. But I digress. We were told to ride around the port of cantabridgia, and we then found ourselves on a grassy knoll, near the river, where we continued to be the mega-posi pilots that we are. Posi! Then along the Mem Drive worm-hole, until we found ourselves at the hi-rise, and the best french toast bread was taken home, where it will be eaten with love and starwberries, instead of remaining where is was… in cold, lonely garbage bags.
Oh, and baby maggot Dozer (not Doozer)brought by threespeed, learned the Wheelies = grass-stains.
Posi is as posi does. If a beer is lost in the woods and no-one is around to drink it, does it cease to be a beer? Ponder on that one.