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"The capsule began to shift violently as the gas gurgled from deep within Frank's stomach. All around us a whirlwind of bubbles and half-digested cum buffetted the capsule back and forth, swirling unsteadily around in the parastalsys of his gurgling ooze. The burps coalesced together and rocketted out from his belly up his esophagus. From above, in his trachea, we hear his awkward, autistic-ass voice mumble a "e-excuse me" as he covers his mouth, trying desperately not to be embarrassed around his date(though 'she' was only there because Frank begged to pay for everything). "Thats...That's it...We'll create a whirlpool of gas to gurgle around in his burp belly so we can rocket ourselves to safety and ride the vomit out onto the trap's shirt, re-size to normal size, and then slice it's head off so it can't try and spread it's gay aids!" prof. retard said. "that's...genius..." muttered anon. "But how?"
"It's simple," a look of devilish glee glittered in the professor's eyes, "We jack off into Frank's fat burp sack until his stomach can't take the sheer volume of cum and force it to throw it all up." A top-marks idea.
"But...he's too used to large amounts of cum inside of him already...it'll never work...."
Again, the professor smiled, glasses reflecting the LED console by his head. "That's why I brought a super-weapon for this very occasion."
He moved towards the back of the ship and pulled a white cloth over a cage to reveal a feral, yet drugged and sleeping black man.
"No one can stomach the chocolate rain..."