"Sir, the Sky Thieves stole the moon."
"Sir, the Sky Thieves stole the moon," Officer Starmine reports sharply. His superior, General Dark, is not happy about this.
"Get that old man Blue Moon out of the sky, we need the fucking moon back! And take the secret weapon."
"Secret...?"
"That one soldier, you know, the weird stripper pole dancer prostitute guy."
"Ohhh you mean Punkish?"
"Yeah him."
And so Captain Starmine yeeted off to Blue Moon's ship with Punkish.
Upon arrival, he kicked open the door of Blue' ship and the tall man shrieked girlishly.
"What the hell, man? I only stole the moon, no big deal."
Captain Starmine growled and yeeted the unsuspecting Punkish at him.
"Lieutenant Punkish, seduce him!"
"Roger, Roger!"
Captain Starmine facepalmed. "This isn't a damn Star Wars movie."
Blunkish started fucking so Captain Starmine returned the moon to its rightful place.
AND THERE WAS MUCH REJOICING.
HOORAY
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