“That’s an extremely big brush you’ve got there Tarrant!” Villa exclaimed as he eyed the massive bristles enviously. 

“Sod off, Villa.”  The tufty haired God rumbled.

Avon raised his sleek head, turned green and left quickly.

“Wait a minute, Avon!” Tarrant ejaculated. “You can’t just leave me here with my marigolds!”

“Go away!  You stink!” Avon snarled. 

“I just need a good scrubbing.” 

“Want some help washing your back?” said Villa to Tarrant, thoughtfully fingering the scrubbing brush.

“Get lost, Villa.  You did it last time and my skin’s never been the same since!”

“We never did find the last scrubbing brush!”  Cally said thoughtfully.

Suddenly, Travis docked.  “Have I missed the bondage workshop?”

“No, come this way.”  Demonstrated Tarrant.

“Oh no,” said Villa, “that’s another mess I’ve got to clean up!”

Tufty grabbed a handful of goods and Travis walked off, hand in hand.

The cowardly thief sulked, wishing he had a glass of adrenaline and soma.  Avon slinked with feline grace (and a slight squeaking sound) back on the deck and tripped over Tarrant’s broom, falling on its big end.  “Ewwwoooooh.” The broom moaned.

“That must be an interesting angle,” Villa pointed out.

“Ewwwoooooh.” Avon replied, eyes watering.

“Don’t worry, Avon, I’ll kiss it better.”

Villa picked up the feather duster and walked purposely toward Avon.  “Or would you prefer a little slap and tickle?”

~

Meanwhile, back in Tufty’s room...

Travis has managed to get him out of his dirty, dirty, stinking, filthy uniform.  “Ooh you dirty boy Tufty.”

Tarrant’s hairy nostrils flared as the masculine musk of Travis’ scent hit his love-starved sinuses.  And he whispered, “I love you, darling, ever since we were in the academy.  I want you to wash me.”  His lazeron gun vibrated with lust and made extra bubbles in the bath. 

“Shocking,” said Tufty as the electric shock made his hair go bigger.  It grew to enormous proportions (his hair too).

“My my,”said Travis, steering his bludgeoning mop of hair towards his throbbing armpits.

~

Meanwhile back on the flight deck, Cally was collecting pay-per-views for her sisters back on Auron. 

Villa shimmered gracefully around the mop and bucket, apron flapping around his surprisingly attractive knees.  Avon watched the back view with interest, admiring the jaunty buttocks. 

“Put it in, put it in,” shouted the potentially telepathic, Cally (since she wasn’t getting any).

“I always like an audience,” said Villa.

“My people have a saying, Share and share alike.”

“So why the cameras?” asked Villa.

“Girl’s gotta make a living.”

Jenna sasheys on to the flightdeck, admiring the sleek marigolds against her nimble talented fingers.  “Suck my gloves,” she invited as she wiggled them invitingly. 

“Not now darling, but come and watch this.”

“Avon, isn’t that an unusual way to sweep the floor?”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” said the broom, somewhat muffled, as the computer technician’s muscular body writhed on the floor in throes of ecstacy.

“Is he still high?” asked Jenna. “Or do we know where the scrubbing brush has gone too?”

“CONFIRMED.”  Zen’s lights were flashing slightly pink.

“Villa! Stop using the broom as a pole for dancing!” cried Avon in a very high pitched voice.

“I didn’t want the broom to feel left out!”

“Trust me, I wish it was,” said Avon.

~

Meanwhile in the bubble-covered bathroom...

“Turn that bloody thing down,” said Tufty as he tried to grope his way towards Travis.

“Is it too much for you?” asked Travis in a sultry voice.

“Not likely, babe.”

Tarrant gritted his perfect pearl white teeth.  Travis fingered his ring playfully and pressed GO.  “Set it to maximum power,” ejaculated Tarrant.

“Wait for me,” said Travis.

At which point, the bubbles started to effect the electrics – the room was buzzing with energy, electricity between them. 

“Snog me, babe,” said Tufty, “take me now,” sparks sparking across his hair as he gently nestled in Travis’ manly arm.

“Come to think of it,” said Tarrant as Travis’ arm began to spin at high speed, “didn’t we have this problem last time we were in the bath? Maybe we should remove it?”

“Where would the fun be in that?” Travis whispered disarmingly as he began to spin around the room, Tufty in hot persuit.  “Chase me! Chase me!”

Still in his slippy leathers, Travis slipped on a bar of imperial leather, ending up in position number 3 – head down, arse in the air.  “just the way I like you,” leered Tarrant.

~

Meanwhile, back on the flightdeck...

“Pull that broom out of there!” Blake shouted as he stormed on to the flightdeck.

“Thank God for that,” sighed Avon from between his perfectly sculptured lips.

“Spoil sport,” muttered the broom.

“Try this for size.” The burly reble said, fingering his weapon thoughtfully.  Avon eyed it appreciatively.  “That looks more like my size.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” replied Blake. 

Suddenly, all the alarms sounded.  Everyone rushed up onto the flightdeck, Tarrant and Travis, hand in hand, preceeded by a wall of bubbles.  Blake didn’t stop.

Villa offered popcorn to Jenna and Cally and they sat munching appreciatively.

“What’s going on?” said Tarrant, gesturing with his feather duster. 

“I have no idea,” said Jenna with her mouthful.  “But Cally’s making a fortune!”

“Maybe you should get in on the action, deary,” said Travis, slapping Tarrant’s bum through the back of the apron.

“Cally, another camera!” cried Villa.

“Hello gorgeous, do you come here often?” the broom asked the bucket.

And they all lived happily ever after.