Atomic wedgie

Dren was sitting at the bar smiling. He was drinking his prefered poison,
sloe gin fizz. A classical piece was playing on the radio "It's Good to be a
Gangster" By the Ghetto Boys he believed. Being a third tech turned out to be
more fun than he ever imagined, this prank was second only to the one he
pulled before going into stasis. Of course, that's what got him thrown into
stasis in the first place. And it wasn't much of a prank, unless you call
getting caught nailing the foreman's wife in zero G while doing an
unflattering impersonation of him a prank. oh well. Dren never saw it coming,
He just felt a terrible pain that reminded him of his first stint in prison.
"Good God, that smarts!" He screamed. He turned around in time to see a
metallic ball flying off. Dren adjusted himself. Ouch, it was the only word
that sprung to his mind. Whitewolf came in a minute latter, grinning. "What
are you laughing at? Somebody's balls just gave me a wedgie!" Everyone in the
bar broke out in laughter. Dren turned slightly red and left gracefully. When
he returned to Bell's room he noticed Dirk was still on the can."Holly?"
"Yes, Dren." Holly replied. He looked strange.
"What's up your ass?"
"Not my underwear."
"Hardy har har. Has anyone inquired about my modifications on the
dispinsers?"
"Yeah, Sam did." Holly blushed.
"Who the smeg is Sam?"
"Commander Whitewolf's Holly. I think I'm in love."
"Congrat's. Lemme know where you guys register."
Whitewolf ,eh. That furball must be smarter than he looks, let's hope Harris
isn't. Dren contemplated revenge on the hampster but dismissed it, all he'd
done was embarrasss Dren, Harris nearly killed him. In a wierd way he felt he
owed one to hampster man, he could have put him back in jail.