Ep 8. Power to The Peephole

Captain's Log, six of one and half a dozen of the other.Most of the time I have no idea how we end up in these messes. This is not one of those times. During an important booty-finding mission on Floridia 7 (a.k.a. the "Spring Break Planet"), the crew and I got busted on some trumped-up charges. To get out, we took on a job for Klak Klownman, a Dark Clown presidential candidate who was about to get his fat, red nose handed to him by his Confederation opponent, George Goodfellow. Klownman promised us a big payday if we helped him win the election by bringing him proof that Goodfellow was really a Sleazefellow.Goodfellow made a big deal of being a good family guy, so I sent in Six to infiltrate his campaign and seduce him. As she revved up his engine in his hotel room, Gus, disguised as a chambermaid, opened the curtains. Using a window-washer's rig outside, Whip was supposed to lower me into position so I could take some pics.Everything went swimmingly ? which is to say that my spastic nephew fumbled the rig's controls and dumped me head-first into the pool, eight million floors below. (You'd think a kid who spends that much time in the ship's masturbatorium would have better hand-eye coordination.)Being an accomplished photographer of nudes (okay, so they were self-portraits ? skin is skin), I still was able to snap one good picture before I made my swan dive. But then Six arrived, tore up the picture, ate the disc with the original copy, cooed something about not letting us ...