“Hey baby, baby, you look so fine. Something, something, something up all night. Hey gorgeous, something, something, something, call me princess. Something, something else, after recess…”
Captain Lockhart’s transport rained down deadly bullets and missile fire, carving through a swath of the enemy. Alien body parts flew in every direction, leaving nothing intact. They scarpered towards nearby bug holes for cover, but the transport’s guns fired continuously, determined to unleash death upon them.
“…Something, something, until the crack of dawn. Something, something, early morning. Yeow!” the Captain sang without a note in his head.
The transport hovered overhead, spinning wildly, exterminating as many of the fleeing enemy as possible. The enemy particle weapon narrowly missed the transpo
