"Can you, like, stop doing that?" Stork whined. Venus had propped her high-heeled feet up onto the Condor's control panel. And it was pissing Stork off.
"Doing what, dear?" she asked, fluttering her lashes. He sighed and pushed her legs away.
"Putting your feet on my ship, that's what."
She rolled her eyes. He'd been whining about her doing this or that for the past hour and a half. She didn't want to do this, but...
"Stork?"
He turned to face her. She was sitting cross legged at the table, the girdle around her waist flashing. She blew him a tiny kiss through the air; it seemed to fly towards him and land, right on his cheek. Something flicked on inside...something...something wonderful...
"Aaaaah..." Stork drooled.
"That's right, dear," Venus drawled. "Follow the bouncing girdle."
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A/N: Thanks to Xekstrin for the idea.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!