Pruny Hands on Film

How did SCUL respond to predictions of major Saturnight radiation?
Epic radiation predicted. Epic radiation pwned. SCUL pilots ain't made
of sugar, that's for sure.

We had the largest contingent of the *season* ridin' in style,
including many maggots, and a few floaties. Three
(count them!) three radioboxes not only busted the funk, they shred
the funk into tiny little cross-cut bits, buried it with garlic, and
watered it down with cement. Pure
vivisectifunkitude.

We had standard mission waypoints on routing, with a generally
accelerated schedule. Shore leave at the training modules (disguised
as a children's playground) was unexpectedly interrupted by three high
powered radiation beams, streaming forth from well-protected power
sources buried deep within the earth itself. We were generally well
prepared for much radiation this mission. Bendy self-diagnosed a case
of radiation-suit-fail-induced chopper crotch, and chose to rock the
underwear all the way back to base.

Multiple surveillance droids were present, if discreet. Apparently
some earth-based television producers wanted to film SCUL for their
"pilot" episode in a series about bike culture. (Har har.) We not only
allowed FBI and Lumber to ride with us, but they did not also become
our dinner. We got on well.

We all went back to the fort and had explosively decompressed
Earth corn.

Slow mutation effects from the excessive radiation included pruny
hands and bad hair, along with Bendy's aforementioned advanced case of
radiation-induced chopper crotch. Decontamination chambers were much
welcomed.