"Hey kid, how about we grab some protein slabs and teleport back to spaceport, my ship's moored there. Then we can pop some doxys and once we're in micrograf I'm gonna fuck your brain into a pulp. Sounds good?"

A quick YCH I got for my jackaaaal in spaaaaace from the futuuuuure :BlobHajMlem: I decided he lives in the year 3700 and is 136 years old, because hey, why not make the headcanon even more complicated.

Would you want to join him for a night of rough gay homo sex?