As the band on the gamer's underwear began to split apart, a powerful grip latched on and pulled him over the railing. Colin opened his eyes to be greeted by the weathered, glaring gaze of Officer Murphy himself.
"What the hell keep you busy besides gourging on our stock?" the old man growl yelled as the bimbos headed for the stairs.
"OMG, THERE'S LIKE, TWO GUYS HERE!" a nude, DD busted blonde squealed out as the other bimbos joined her in a squealing frenzy.
Murphy simply groaned, pulling out his glock and shooting four of the squealing lewd bimbos in order to stall the rest trying to run up the stairs. He grabbed and drug him like a rag doll through the halls before rushing up to his quarters and slamming the door behimd him.
"Now Murphy, I-I can explain..." Colin started.
The old officer simply spun around and shot an ice cold glare before tossing him a tablet.
"Before being bimbofied, an engineer developed a defense system that can be run via this tablet... think you can manage tapping the screen while I take care of important business?" the old man asked hoarsely.
Colin nodded and watched on the tablet as Murphy ran down the halls. With a few swipes Colin could see every camera set up in the ship. Suddenly, he spotted Murray being slowly stalked by a lone, busty, redhead bimbo, her nipples hard as rock and as wide as quarters. She licked her lips as she quietly strutted towards the old timer.
*QUICK! TIME YOUR TAP TO ACTIVATE THE TRAP! On the count of...*