“So what does the mightiest Ctarl-Ctarl want to do this morning?” Gene asked wearily. After being chewed on by Aisha and spit out into the cold night, sleep hadn’t come easy to Gene.

“Did you hear that Jimmy, I’m the mightiest Ctarl-Ctarl? Able to leap over tall planets in a single bound, faster then a speeding caster shell, I can kick the ass of any one in the universe, any day, any where.” Aisha put her hands on her hips and let out a bellowing laugh.

“She forgot to mention, able to jiggle her chest for over an hour,” Gene joked about to Melfina. A size 105 boot came crashing down nearly a yard from where Gene was standing. A tremor knocked him on his ass, looking up he saw Aisha glaring down at him on one knee.

“I let it slide when you tried to use my chest as a trampoline, but if you make another joke about my boobs, I’m going to chew on you a little harder then last night.” To make her point, Aisha flashed a smile that showed her gleaming fangs in the morning sunrise.

“Sure Aisha, no more boob jokes.” Gene usually didn’t grovel, but he was finding himself being intimidated by Aisha more and more since she grew a couple hundred feet.

“And nobody else make any jokes about my bosom or else they’ll get the same.” Suzuka nodded quickly and Melfina didn’t even have to respond, Aisha knew the bio-android was too polite to make fun of her.

“Of coarse, Jim can comment all he wants about my rack and I don’t mind if he wants to check the firmness when ever he wants,” Aisha declared while looking at Jim. Her teasing caused the youngest of the Outlaw Star to blush.

“You know I would never do something as perverted as that!” Jim said.

“I would,” Gene added, but everyone ignored him.

“Of course I know my little Jimmy would never take advantage of little me.” Everyone held his or her breaths to keep from laughing after Aisha called herself ‘little’.

“Your too much of a gentle man and a kid to do something as vulgar as that.” Aisha went to scruff up Jim’s hair like she always does. Her big finger eclipsed his whole head and she jiggle him more then rubbed his hair around.

“I suppose asking you to stop calling me a kid and little isn’t going to work,” Jim comments dryly as he tries to return his hair to a less disturbed state.

“Duh,” Aisha said with a curt giggle.

“I’d love to watch Jim and his girlfriend chat it up all day, but I feel like breakfast even after that revolting mushy stuff.” Everyone looked at Gene in disbelief, how could he be so rude and insensitive to Aisha and Jim

“Hey, I’m not his girlfriend,” Aisha snapped at Gene. Then, she thought about it for a second. “At least not officially.”

“Aisha!” Jim cried with a blush forming again on his cheeks. Sometimes he didn’t know who was more embarrassing, the buffoonish, womanizing, pushy Gene or the overly playful, affectionate, giantess Aisha.

“Joking,” Aisha explained, although secretly she may have been not.

“So where are we going to eat?” Jim asked everyone. He only hoped it wasn’t any more fish. After all the halibut he ate last night he didn’t even want to see anything with gills for a very long time.