RandomCommander
The Cherryfish is appears to interested in the idea of wreaking havoc in such little time while high on fruit juice. He takes the backscratcher to his chin for a moment, activating the tool with the powers in his stomach.
”Ha! We are a fun bunch, aren’t we... but I dunno, this place looks interesting. I mean look at that piece of art! It’s almost as intricate as the Jabba Lisa! All these details put into the planet’s rubble... looks like the Tau Homeworld but destroyed, doesn’t it?”
He fails to realize that this is in fact the remains of Tau-A1...
”Barrel roll?”
The android had realized her mistake too late. The drunken crew gathered around the Cherryfish, chanting “do a barrel roll” as if it were a sacrificial ritual. Soon enough, the pilot asks them if they want to do a barrel roll...
”WHO WANTS A BARREL ROLL?”
”WE DO!”
The ship begins to spin...
Fruitfish carelessly bounce off the walls as a soft barrier forms around the bar and “windows” to keep them from breaking the ship while chaos ensues...
...and the ship gradually slows down, as the pilot passed out now that his mango rush was over. It appears that he had been keeping the ship running with his stomach alone. The crew suddenly snap back to reality, confused by the situation they’re in. They seem drowsier than ever.
”Is break over?”
”I think I’m supposed to be manning the sensors...”
It appears that the ship wasn’t a party bus after all... just a research ship with drunken crew...