Science Officer S'Katchoo's head recoils from left to right as he continously gets slapped in the face with the trout.
*slap*slap*slap*
Droid: "What are you doing at Fart Point?"
*slap*slap*slap*
Mr. S'Katchoo: ".. must .. hold out ..."
*slap*slap*slap*
Mr. S'Katchoo: ".. fish .... tenderising face .."
*slap*slap*slap*
Mr. S'Katchoo: "... loosing self ... control .... getting .. aroused ....."
*slap*slap*slap*
An odd smile comes over Mr. S'Katchoo's face as his willpower (and panties) break.
Mr. S'Katchoo: ".. must seek .......... ale ... go bodly ........ cantina ......... before ...... shama-lama-ding-dong ..."
*slap*slap*slap*
Mr S'Katchoo: ".. slap it .... like you want it .... heeeeeeeeere fishy fishy fishy ..."
*slap*slap*slap*
