Meanwhile...

Captain Seymour Dicklogic glowered sadly. "I feel... unfulfilled. Like I should get back to my roots."

"Staring at the fleet and grunting manfully?" Doctor Firm Posterior postulated, "Furrowing and clenching stuff."

"For example."

"The last time you had a fleet, you kerblobbed it. Sorry, I mean you kerblobbed it. Okay, that is weird." The doctor looked puzzled.

"Autocock field?"

"Bison. Mullet. Bristols!"

Captain Seymour Dicklogic grunted manfully. "Yup."

AROOGAH! AROOGAH! SWISH! BLOOP!

"I guess we'll have to put the consultation session on hold." Captain Seymour Dicklogic proposed.

"My toes were getting wrinkly anyway." Doctor Firm Posterior sighed.

Captain Seymour Dicklogic arrived on the bridge. Ensign Lovelyjugs was hitting the Jam Bubbles hard and glaring at her script with the glazed over eyes of the truly stoned on nyborg fulminates.

"Hive Collective battle blimp fleet with a turgid autocock." The pilot reported.

"Ensign, you okay?" Doctor Firm Posterior checked on the woman in the corner near the door.

"The alert siren is depressed, all it does is go."

WIGGLE WIGGLE WIGGLE YEAH!

"Azure hue! We are safe for a few scenes, the autocock is flaccid!" The Science Officer glowed balefully until Communications Plaything Slime Dispenser sat on the sensors and glowed azure instead. "The enemy is pumpinating the autocock."

"How long do we have?" The captain asked. "anyone got a script?"

"According to the script. Until I finish this really~~" The science officer found himself unable to speak due to Bristols.

Captain Seymour Dicklogic seized the moment perfectly. "Pilot, maximal thrusting. Unscience, prepare to launch heat seeking research probes and charge the Vorpal Cannon."

"Sir, yes sir!"

The science officer survived and hyperventilated.

"Fire wombats!"

FOOM! THONGGG! CRASH!!!

"Oops."

MASSIVE FOOMAGE! It was so serious that Slime Dispenser joined in ~ STEREO MASSIVE FOOMAGE!

"Mullet?"

"Make mine a large one."

The Pilot watched the screen, "cor blimey the new Hive Collective Heifer Class are fast!" He pressed the button for even more maximal thrusting. It was big and red.

"Mm, looks like a fish, moves like a fish-"

SPLAT! BLONGE! WIGGLE WIGGLE!

"Steers like a cow."

AY CARUMBA!

"Doctor, do you think you could do something with the sound-effect girls?" Captain Seymour Dicklogic asked, "miniskirts belong in the holodisco."

"Yes sir!"