Print Job #268 By Edgar Cleetus

Alien Queen hisses: Certainly not, kind sir! I am here but to clean your chambers.
Captain Colt asks: Is that all you have come here for, little one? My chambers?
Alien Queen hisses: I have no idea what it is you imply, master. I am but a poor alien maid.
Captain Colt says: So you are, my dumpling. And a good one at that. Such strong legs and shapely tail.
Alien Queen hisses: You embarrass me, sir!
Captain Colt says: Fear not. You are safe here with me.
Alien Queen hisses: I must finish my cleaning, sir. The station will have my head if I do not!
Captain Colt says: Cleaning, eh? I have something for you. Here. Polish my laser rifle.
[The rest of the book is written in crude crayon scribbles]
The Alien Queen' eyes went wide in surprise as her captain began unbuttoning his armor, which fell into a pile of plates at his feet.
"It's huge!" Lifts-Her-Tail exclaimed, mesmerized by the ten inches that had begun to harden before her. "It could take me all night," the young Alien said provocat