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fulsome lips, and all the other bowb he read about in the romance magazines, when he was brought up
short, suddenly remembering the circumstances from which he'd just arrived.
"Where am I?" he said, with great and boring lack of imagination and/or intelligent response, sitting up.
He was still clothed in his hospital jumpsuit, still in his bare feet, and one of those feet was still hairy, and,
it must be mentioned, also sported a cloven foot. In his hand he still clutched the BLEEDER'S DIGEST
lozenge. Absently, he slipped this into a pocket, and eyed his surroundings with beady and suspicious
eyes.
"Why, don't you know, darling?" said the fair young woman. "You are in the fabled Fields of
Ozymandias. Not very far from the even more highly valued Fields of Elysium! Pray tell, good sir, what
sort of fabulous mythic creature are you?"
He looked back at the beautiful woman, and was immediately hypnotized and paralyzed by the radiant
complexion, the pearly teeth, the immense breasts scarcely covered by the chintziest wisp of gauze. "I'm
an Imperial Trooper Drill Instructor, Unskilled, Horny."
"Hmm! Never heard of those; but then you must be from the Halls of Hades to possess such a visage of
delight! You are, dare I say it, awfully handsome. Can I get you some wine, a large beaker let us say!"
Does the Emperor sit on the throne?
A very dazzled frazzled Bill could say nothing but "Uh тАФ yeah!" and then watch as her plentifully
portioned posterior wiggled wondrously away to get a goblet.


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 Bill, the Galactic Hero on the Planet of Tasteless Pleasure

Bill realized that his heart was palpitating in a curious manner. Now, palpitations were no stranger to our
intrepid Trooper whenever sighting desirable female flesh. Particularly palpitations of certain regions. But
these stirrings were far more subtle, filled as they were with sighs and little tremblings in his abdomen.
Bill belched, and the abdomen problem stopped, but a kind of fuzziness strapped itself securely upon his
brain.
Bill was in love, of the First Sight variety.
Naturally he wanted to consummate this passion immediately, and so waited impatiently for his belusted
to return.
Instead, however, the female satyr popped her head around the bole of an olive tree and grinned
lecherously at him.
"Yoo hoo! Big guy! You're awake!"
"You!" said Bill, disgust oozing from his lips and trickling down his chin. He got up and dusted himself
off. He pointed a thick Trooper finger at his abductor. "Where the hell is this? Where the bowb did you
take me to? Don't you know it's treason or worse to kidnap a Trooper of His Majesty's Imperial Forces?"
The female satyr bounced up provocatively and licked his finger with a horse-sized tongue. "But Sailor, I
brought you here for purely heterosexual reasons. What are you, some kind of poof?"
Accusations of effeminacy are as bright red flags to virile Troopers like Bill, but the truth was at the
moment Bill would far rather prove his sexual preference with the lady getting his wine. He had just
enough bearing on the matter however, to again demand an answer. "This sure as hell doesn't look like
Colostomy IV!"
"Oh! You mean the dreary planet I grabbed you from. Well, let's just say it is ... and it isn't. Now, tell me,
which sexual position do you prefer?"
"With you? None!"
"What's wrong with you, guy? Most Troopers I grab are plenty hot to trot! You didn't get something shot
off in the war or anything like that?"
At that moment, the voluptuous maiden of his dreams strolled back carrying a beaker of wine so large she
had to use both hands.