Fiction Challenge #6:
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by Captain Spud

Cosmi-man: NO MEANS NO, LADY!

Eve: But Coooooooosmi-maaaaaaan... I got all dressed up, nice and special, just for you!

Man O' War: Ach, that's a fib and a half. The lass's ALWAYS dressed like a harlot.

Cosmi-man: That doesn't matter! I believe in saving myself until AFTER marriage!

The Ant: Mentor is a fully licensed Minister of the Church of Big Foreheads.

Mentor: The insect speaks the truth.

Cosmi-man: Well, in that case, let's get on it then. You, over there--

Liberty Lad: Me?

Cosmi-man: Yes, you. We'll need condoms. Eleven of them. Do you know whe--

Liberty Lad: Minuteman's nightstand, third drawer from the top, under the old TV Guides.

*silence*

Mentor: Frank, you are a dirty, dirty old man.