**Christmas with the Starship Rimshot Girls**
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Lt. Alastair McGonagal, chief navigator of Starship Rimshot, needed a vacation. He was worn out, with no interest or energy left inside him, except for local pleasures. For the past two month he was far off, three galaxies away from Earth, suppressing an thick infestation of Insectoid Brill. A pirate confederation of these arthropods were obsessed with the Seven Pleiades Sisters, wanting insert proboscis into young warn vaginae, and inject each human girl with hot, sticky spurts of gelatinous ooze.
“Not on my watch!” said Capt. Theremin. And what followed was two months of all-out war, hand-to-hand combat with grasshoppers and lobsters, and the horrid stench of scorched and boiled arthropod bodily fluids. At last the famous pop-stars were returned home to a planet orbiting Taygeta, unraped and unharmed. All this, far more than Alastair signed-up for. He worked for an intergalactic merchant fleet, nor a Royal navy. All Alastair wanted to do right now was smoke primo Pacific Northwest weed and enjoy a few local girls.