Down Periscope

Dren floated in the water. Blue Dwarf was under attack by what he thought to be laon sharks. "I'll never bet on zero-G football again." Dren said aloud. He was a fair way from the ship and couldn't for the life of him figure how or why he'd get back on board. WhiteWolf peered through the periscope. He saw a bobbing figure in the water. "What on Earth is that? Bring the ship around 24 degrees." He ordered. "There's something out there. Don't get too close."
Dren turned around in the water. He saw a phalic symbol streaming towards him. "That's odd. Wait that's not a titanium penis surging at me...." The periscope hit Dren squarely on his happy sack. "It's a periscope."
White wolf shuddered. "You got too close." He peered through the scope. A face was pressed against the glass. WhiteWolf is no master of the art of reading lips, but he swore the lips formed two distinct words- My Nuts!
Dren clinged to the periscope, while writhing in pain. "My therepist will love this story." He began to openly sob.
White Wolf studied the face in the periscope, convinced he'd discovered some freak of science running amuck. Then in a flash of recognition he sighed. "We've got sorry excuse for a fourth technitian on the periscope. Somebody want to get him down here?"
<I don't know, do you?>