Commander Up awoke to a searing headache after a particularly wild Tequila Taz Tuesday. He remembered nothing from the previous night, though looking around now, he found himself laying facedown in the dirt just outside Pincer's hole on Bug World, covered head to toe in body glitter, and wearing nothing but a pair of exceptionally warm and fuzzy mittens.
He moaned quietly and rubbing his temples, began to sit up. Looking around, Up realized that he wasn't alone. It seemed as if a large part of the Starship crew had joined him down on Bug World. Taz lay on her back across a rather flat boulder. Krayonder was slumped over her, his mouth cracked open and a thin trail of drool dripping down onto Taz's forehead. Tootsie and Specs appeared to still be drinking some ways off, their voices loud and obnoxious. Up watched as Specs suddenly threw off her glasses and launched herself at the country pumpkin.
Smacking his lips together, Up pushed himself to his feet and burped loudly. Yep, they had definitely been drinking tequila. Tootsie, who had been watching Specs braid his chest hair, gazed lazily over at Up.
"That came out the wrong way, Commander!" He giggled, farting loudly. "Tootsie-'cuz of my occasional toot! Toot, toot!"
Up put his hands on his hips and made thrusting motions towards the two. He looked down and realizing that he was completely naked save for his super warm and toasty mittens, was reminded of someone who would appreciate his bare ample body much more than these Rangers. He reached for his face and curled his mustache up at the corners.
"#Dat. #Ass." Krayonder goaned, beginning to wake. He bent closer to Taz's face and wiped the rest of his drool off on her red bandanna. "Where is #datass."
Up sauntered over to Tootsie and Specs and gathered them both into his strong, meaty arms. He carried them the short distance to Taz and Krayonder and dropped them into the already accumulating pile of Starship Rangers.
"All of you. Amuse yourselves. Arouse each other." He growled. "That's an order."
Krayonder instantly scrambled over Taz's still lifeless body and began licking away the grape jelly that had been smeared across Spec's naked form. "Anyone got peanut butter?" He asked, the purple spread running down his chin.
"Sorry, Son," Up said, beginning to cry softly. "I ain't got no nuts." He collapsed on the ground and began sob uncontrollably. His sparkling, perfumed tears began to attract all the bugs in the area and they zoomed into the clearing, setting themselves upon the Commander with fervor. All of the buzzing and sexual tension finally drew forth the most impressive guest of all. A bigass arachnid with bigass pedipalps and bigass pair of chelicercae too. Pincer scuttled over to the crying Up and flipped him over onto his back. The scorpion began to nibble on Up's succulent mittens until he could contain himself no longer. Then he ate them. He ate them all up.
When the Commander was completely naked, Pincer bent down and allowed him to ride upon his back. The two rode off into the sunset and had sex.