Escape from Pleasure Planet Page #2

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with an honest to god UFO,

I'd be famous.

I could write my own ticket to

the top of the scientific slog heap.

I know, I know,

it's just you spend

so much time studying

the heavenly bodies.

What about me?

What about this body?

You know I can't concentrate

when you do that.

Well...

how about now?

Is this better?

Suzi...

Come on, baby.

I want your rocket,

and I want it to

blast off right now.

You know, sometimes,

you can be very persuasive.

I want you to produce

a real UFO,

an unbelievable f***ing orgasm.

I think I see one

coming right now.

What's that?

It's probably the microwave,

come on.

That's the atmospheric

disturbance meter.

Something's causing a ripple

in the upper stratosphere.

You don't think...

Uh, it could be.

It looks like

something's trying to

break into our orbit.

A UFO? Please!

Maybe, I have

the server co-ordinates.

You do that.

I'm stepping outside.

Suzi, you smoke after sex?

I don't know.

I never looked.

We must transport

to the surface.

But we must do it quickly.

Hold me tight.

Not now, Tara.

Can't we do that later.

No, hold me tight, so we can

transport together, quickly!

Oh, right.

Okay, I'm ready.

Holy sh*t!

Well, that could

have been worse.

If only I knew where we were.

What a strange place this is.

Look!

Well, that's just great.

There goes our wheels.

Suggestions?

We need to find food and shelter,

and a place to pee.

Do you have a device that

will help us do such a thing?

Yes, your highness.

Heads.

This way.

Jake, I saw it, I saw it!

Saw what?

The UFO, or whatever it is.

Where?

It was falling from the sky,

and it was on fire,

and it blew up

when it hit the hills.

Blew up?

Yeah, ka-pow!

Nothing, nothing but smoke.

I'm pretty sure

all you saw was a meteorite.

It happens all the time.

But in broad daylight?

Well, that's unlikely,

but it's probably all is was.

Too bad.

I was really hoping for more.

Jake, this was no shooting star.

You're right, let's go home.

I can't any more of this today.

Okay, but don't give up, babe.

The truth is out there.

Thank you.

You can run through

a million star systems,

but you can't hid from me,

little Princess.

Cassia to Master Aria, come in.

I've located the Princess

on the third planet

in the star of Braxis.

Come in. Aria?

Hello?

What is she doing?

Look, Princess.

Praise Targas!

Perhaps we can

take shelter there.

It's a primitive construction.

Not much curb appeal,

but we're in no position

to be choosy.

It will allow us

to regroup our thoughts

and plan our next move.

But what if

we encounter an alien race?

Let me do the talking.

Got it.

Time to put this baby

on auto pilot

and do a little hooter hunting.

Auto pilot activated.

What place is this?

It looks like

a food storage facility.

A kitchen?

Yes, are you hungry?

I could eat a mahar.

Hmm... what is this?

It looks like my cousin.

Ah, look Princess.

Good work, Tara. Let's eat.

Agent Daniels, come on in.

You asked to see me, sir?

Yeah, take a seat there.

What can you tell me about

the UFO tracking station

at Santa Mira Springs?

Well, to be honest, not much.

It's been pretty hush-hush.

Sparsely maintained.

No tangible results from

the center have been reported,

at least,

none that I'm aware of.

Until now.

Until now?

Intell has it that something big

came out of the sky there,

and crashed, today.

The problem is, I haven't heard

anything from the center.

That's strange.

Do you have any idea

what it was?

Not at all.

But there's also reports

that something strange

entered our orbit within

a half hour of the crash.

Something totally unexplained.

And you'd like me

to go check it out.

Right, I've been trying to

get a hold of Jake Johnson.

He's the scientist who runs

the center up there,

but no luck so far.

Now, I don't know.

Maybe he didn't come in today.

Maybe he took the afternoon off

and went home.

I just don't know.

Got it.

I'll go visit the center.

Negative, agent.

I want you to go

straight out to his house.

He's very isolated.

There's no cell phone.

There's no computer, nothing.

But I think he's our best hope.

If he's out there, sir,

I'll find him.

And, Daniels,

if you do find him,

and he knows something,

I'm depending on you

to keep it zipped.

You can count on me, sir.

Good.

What?

Why's the door open?

I don't know.

Do you smell that?

Yeah, did you leave

the oven on again?

Of course not.

What the hell is going on here?

Greetings, Earthlings. How?

How?

Earthlings? I think maybe

you better start explaining.

Well, we got lost...

Lost, just completely lost.

And we came upon

your construction.

Beautiful place.

Really nice.

And no one was here.

Not a soul.

So we thought,

maybe you wouldn't mind?

Is it okay?

We can leave.

It's not a problem.

I'm just so confused.

Your clothes?

Everything is just so strange.

Are you guys from Centerville?

I got dressed in a hurry.

I was being kidnapped.

Kidnapped?

Yes, you are addressing

Her Royal Highness,

Princess Dyanna of Alton Four.

And I am her

body guard, Tara.

You're kidding me, right?

I don't kid.

Suzi, do you think it could be?

Oh, that thing that

crashed in the hills.

No, this is fantastic.

This is what

I've always dreamed about.

I can't believe it.

I mean,

they do look pretty fantastic.

All right.

Oh, my God.

Okay, ladies,

please finish your meal

and we can have

a little chat... please.

Suzi, do you know

what this means?

That two big-tittied twits

cleaned out our kitchen

and now we have to go

grocery shopping.

No, I mean, what if they

really did come

on a space ship

here from another galaxy?

You really think either one of

those two has the intelligence

to find their way out of

a K-Mart parking lot?

Stranger things have happened.

Name one.

All right, let me start again.

What if they're

telling the truth?

Maybe they did escape

from outer space.

They look like they escaped

from a Frederick's Catalogue.

Either way, it's not bad.

There's only one way

I can prove it.

I need to test their clothes.

I'll bet they're made of fabric

that's not of this Earth.

How are we supposed

to get their clothes?

You're a girl.

Think of something.

What...?

This is our room.

You can change in here.

So, please explain to me again

why you guys want my clothes.

Well, if you really are

from another solar system,

the fabric of the clothes

will prove it's alien composition.

I have to study it,

run some tests.

All right, if it proves

that we're telling the truth.

You could borrow some of

my stuff while he runs tests.

I'll let you ladies

sort things out.

Take your time.

Do you need some help?

Yeah.

Your hands are so soft.

You're really beautiful.

You think so?

Not many people

see me like this.

I'm the royal body guard

and I'm not allowed to

indulge in such things.

Nobody's ever touched you

like this before?

No, but I've seen it

many times.

Maybe we should

do a little experiment

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