[spoiler] In full armour, Josh 177, known famously as “Mr.Cheese” stepped into the shower, sliding its door closed behind him. The hot water faucet squeaked as he turned it. He swayed his body sensually left and right under the steamy spray as it rinsed the soapy suds from his armour plating. The door suddenly slid open, but Mr.Cheese didn’t turn to look. He knew exactly who was joining him. “Figured it was only a matter of time.” he said in his gruff voice. It was his trusty alien partner, Amanda, who stepped into the shower with him and shut the door again. Mister cheese could then feel something stiff and hot pressing against the plating on the rear of his thigh. “I warned you to never point a weapon at me.” Mr.Cheese said cooly. Amanda slowly lifted his head above Mr.Cheese’s shoulder, grazing the stubble of his split jaw against the side of Mr.Cheese’s helmet. “You afraid I’ll shoot?” Amanda replied. “That depends…” said Mr.Cheese “What kind of shooting are we talking about here?” Amanda smiled as convincingly as his hideous face would allow. “White hot plasma.” He whispered. “The best kind.” Mr.Cheese could suddenly feel Amanda’s plasma pistol charging with a force he’d never felt in all his years of experience under the United Nations Space Command, and he found himself in some incredibly sticky situations. He then felt Amanda press the pulsating weapon against his lower back. Mr.Cheese quickly reached behind, grabbed the hot quivering barrel of Amanda’s pistol and KNEW RIGHT AWAY it wouldn’t be able to hold all that plasma for long. Mr.Cheese turned his head, smirking behind his visor. “Better take your shot.” [/spoiler]