In full armor, josh 177, known famously as mister 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 gentle, steamy spray as it rinsed the soapy suds from his armor plating. The door suddenly slid open, but mister 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 trust 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", Mister cheese said coolly. Amanda slowly lifted his head above mister cheese's shoulder, grazing the stubble of his split jaw on the side of mister cheese's helmet. "You afraid I'll shoot?", Amanda replied. "That depends" said mister 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." Mister cheese could suddenly feel Amanda's plasma charging with a force he'd never felt with all his years of experience under the United Nations Space Command. And he found himself in some incredibly stock situations. He then felt Amanda press the pulsating weapon against his lower back. Mister cheese quickly reached behind him, grabbed the hot, quivering barrel of Amanda's pistol, and knew right away he wouldn't be able to hold all of that plasma for long. Mister cheese turned his head, smirking behind his visor. "Better take your shot"