“I have been reading too much science fiction,”
he sighed. Giant feelers
grew out of his penis.
“I hate it when there is no dialogue,” she quipped.
Her perky alabaster breasts stood at attention.
Her bionic alabaster breasts made zim-zim noises.
He sighed. The Martians
were approaching. They had
space suits. They had
a space ship. They
sighed. “I only like it when it takes place in the future,”
he screeched. His skin-tight skin
rustled in the outer-planet wind. She
removed her removable alabaster breasts. They
sighed.