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Tina Belcher's Erotic Friend Fiction Presents: TINA IN SPACE

One day, Tina suddenly awoke on a spaceship. It was a pretty cool spaceship, but she felt confused because her family was nowhere to be seen, and there wasn't a welcome video or something to explain what was going on. And yet, Tina was sure this wasn't a dream and

oh my God I can't keep writing like nothing is happening, is ANYONE reading this?????

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[And Tina decided to flip on the video function, as well, after fiddling around with her communicator a bit. However, as soon as she did, her old stage fright managed to take over, and all that came out of her mouth was a prolonged groaning noise.]

Uuuuuhhhhhhh...

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[After her broadcast, the first thing Tina did was tear apart the hospitality deck in search of her family. There weren't many places any of them could hide here, it seemed, but she kept looking, trying not to go into full-blown panic mode.]

Mom? Dad? Gene? Louise?! I'd even take Jimmy Jr. or Zeke or Mr. Fischoeder if you're around... but maybe not Jimmy Pesto... [It was a while before she calmed down, realizing that she was alone... for now. So she did the only other thing she could think of to do- went to the cafeteria to eat, try and decide her next move, and wait and see what sort of answers she'd be getting.]

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Just makes sense, right? There's plenty of humans here from different planets.

[And lo, she has tapped into the great love of his life. He sighs dreamily. ]

Yes! Meat is just the best, and so versatile. You can put meat with anything.

That's... that's really cool. [She sounds a bit perkier now. Well, "perky" is relative for Miss Monotone, but still.] I'm not thrilled about being separated from my family, but at least it's not going to be boring, right?

[She nodded.]

Gene- my brother- likes it best in the form of tacos. I'm not too picky myself. Beef puts food on our table, in both the literal and figurative sense.

Nah, it's never boring. And as far as we know, no time passes back home. So it's not like they'll have to worry about you or anything.

[He'll take that tiny bit of perk, miss.]

Oooh I think I've had tacos on the Fleet. Are those the ones with the crunchy shells? Man, I would love to live in a house like that.

[Tina nodded slowly, unsure whether or not that bit was true yet, but choosing to believe it. Otherwise she'd start groaning again. Or making that gasping noise her dad hated.]

Yeah! And it's not a bad life at all... we might not be super rich, but Dad gets to do what he loves. I kinda like it, too... in fact, without working in the restaurant, I'm not sure what I'm going to do here.

It's good, doing what you love.

And hey, that's kinda the thing. Other than helping run your ship, you can do whatever you want here. We got all kinda of options to pass time away.

I can expand my horizons... and find all sorts of new things to write fanfiction about, too.

I-

Yeah. Suuuuure. That too. Knock yourself out.

I plan on it.

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