Moongirl and her platoon of kung fu drag queens land near the Pyramids on Mars. One of these pyramids houses the Spacemummy training camp and bandage weaving plant. A strike now could set back the mummies' plan to destroy the base at Sappho City on the Moon's dark side.
Moongirl checks her body harness to make sure it is recharging the orgone blaster. She sees the glass chamber on the underside of the stock glowing with dancing blue particles like a rave after the E shows up. Her harness houses the orgiastic pulse collector which stimulates the erogenous zones and causes nerves to shimmer quickly, like having your pants full of squirrels.
"Luna, Honey, is this proper attire for a raid?" Bobette flounces out onto the landing ramp with neon platforms and camoflage shorts. "The boa really completes the ensemble that I call Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom. Watch me wrestle the snake for the camera." S/he whips the feather boa around, twisting and turning.
"Fab, babes, but I thought you were going to wear the polka-dot skirt with the red, patent leather belt, " Moongirl regards the display.
"Oh, Jim stole that from me, the bitch."
"That's Jamie to you, bippy." Jamie struts out looking like a cocktail waitress from the 60s in the polkadots and knee-high go-go boots. S/he does a tight spin, revealing rainbow panties.
"Very retro, Jamie. Don't you think you're a little, um, big for those dainty panties?" Bobette rolls hi/r eyes.
"Get the rest of your girlsfriends, Bobette, we're ready to move out," Moongirl barks, sick of the banter from after a solid week of it in route.
"My, aren't we Miss Efficiency!" And Bobette stalks back into the ship, a leggy antelope on stilts.