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[Scrad and Charlie are lounging in a pile of pillows and people. They are looking shirtless, surprisingly well-built, and very pleased with themselves.]
Beach.
[Scrad says.]
Space-babes.
[Charlie says. The pile of space-babes waves and makes kissy faces. There are five of them. One of them is a dude. This does not preclude him from being a babe. Scrad asks:]
What was the problem again?
[And they cut the feed.
...
...
...some time later, Charlie appears alone on screen:]
Uh. We got a problem here.
Beach.
[Scrad says.]
Space-babes.
[Charlie says. The pile of space-babes waves and makes kissy faces. There are five of them. One of them is a dude. This does not preclude him from being a babe. Scrad asks:]
What was the problem again?
[And they cut the feed.
...
...
...some time later, Charlie appears alone on screen:]
Uh. We got a problem here.
