"Maleco™ brand Mace, made with jalapeño and habanero oils and essence. Induces stinging sensation with three minutes lasts for twenty minutes, keep out of reach of children, yadda yadda yadda... Waring: Do not puncture or dent this can."
Colin looked from the can to a semi automatic rifle nearby.
"Hmmmm......" the gamer went as he jammed some clips into his pockets.
Colin went up the ramp with the rifle and as soon as he saw the entrance to the ship, he began rolling foward until he found cover. The bimbos sprawled about the floor licking and kissing each other's bare tits paid no mind to him.
He spotted cover near the entrance to the hall, and rolled more until he was behind that. He grabbed the mace and shook the can as directed.
"Let's hope this works." Colin whispered to nobody in particular as he leaps from behind the corner.
The bimbos stopped pleasuring their bodies for a second and looked up to see a dark can roll their way. They got up, their bare breasts bobbing and swaying as they did. The whole horde strutted over to look at the weird can on the floor, one of them picking it up.
With skillful timing, Colin squeezed the trigger, shooting two bimbos in the back of the head with gushes of blood and punching a hole in the canister of mace.
The gamer slammed the door to the hall shut as the can bursted open, dowsing the horde in a stinging cloud that left them screeching with pain.
Colin bolted down the hall, not caring to stick around, shooting every bimbo he came across (one so hard in her bare left boob that it tore open like a fleshy balloon and sprayed blood.) until he came at three pathways. He paid no mind and ran down one, ending up at the...