And here are the results of our mad lib Getting Some Action created by AngusEcrivain  and angerbda

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By angerbda 

Prester's Festival of Caligula was always a bit raucous, but tended to get even more-so when the festivities reached Orbit SSX, the Red Light District, as one might imagine.

Whores of every conceivable race and gender shook what their respective momma's gave them, attempting - and more often than not, succeeding! - to tempt a potential punter or three into an hours' paid debauchery.

The Arcadia touched down at the docks on the outskirts of town, a region affectionately known as monkeybutt by the locals, though the guidebooks all called it Disith.

"Gonna' get me a whore," said Master of the Universe, the vessel's second-in-command. "Been way too long since I got any damn action."

"Steer clear of the Nibelung's, Master of the Universe," said Harlock, the ship's Captain. "You know as well as I do the Doc ain't got meds for those STIs!"

"Reckon I'll take my chances, Cap," Master of the Universe replied with a chuckle, lighting a cigar. "You know damn well I can't ever pass up on doing an Nibelung. I'm only human, after all!"

And with that, Master of the Universe left via the Arcadia's cargo ramp. Orbit SSX was but a stone's throw away from the docks, and the Captain knew it would only be a matter of time before Master of the Universe was in the medical bay in a great deal of pain.

The Captain flicked the comm. "Doc, you there?"

"Balls deep in inventory, Cap," Doc Faure replied, a few seconds later. "What's up?"

"You'll need to clear a bed," Harlock said, with a slight shake of the head. "Master of the Universe's determined to fuck an Nibelung, so you're gonna' be working overtime to keep my second-in-command's internal organs intact, and hope we can make it to a damn medical station before it's too late!"

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By Nablai 

Last Haven's Festival of Zoya was always a bit raucous, but tended to get even more-so when the festivities reached Computer lab, the Red Light District, as one might imagine.

Whores of every conceivable race and gender shook what their respective momma's gave them, attempting - and more often than not, succeeding! - to tempt a potential punter or three into an hours' paid debauchery.

The Spaceship touched down at the docks on the outskirts of town, a region affectionately known as Scumbag by the locals, though the guidebooks all called it Ethereal.

"Gonna' get me a whore," said Nab, the vessel's second-in-command. "Been way too long since I got any damn action."

"Steer clear of the Aeons 's, Nab," said Therese, the ship's Captain. "You know as well as I do the Doc ain't got meds for those STIs!"

"Reckon I'll take my chances, Cap," Nab replied with a chuckle, lighting a cigar. "You know damn well I can't ever pass up on doing an Aeons . I'm only human, after all!"

And with that, Nab left via the Spaceship's cargo ramp. Computer lab was but a stone's throw away from the docks, and the Captain knew it would only be a matter of time before Nab was in the medical bay in a great deal of pain.

The Captain flicked the comm. "Doc, you there?"

"Balls deep in inventory, Cap," Doc Indira Gandhi replied, a few seconds later. "What's up?"

"You'll need to clear a bed," Therese said, with a slight shake of the head. "Nab's determined to fuck an Aeons , so you're gonna' be working overtime to keep my second-in-command's internal organs intact, and hope we can make it to a damn medical station before it's too late!"

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By EvelynHail

Londinium 's Festival of Woodstock was always a bit raucous, but tended to get even more-so when the festivities reached Kashyyyk, the Red Light District, as one might imagine.

Whores of every conceivable race and gender shook what their respective momma's gave them, attempting - and more often than not, succeeding! - to tempt a potential punter or three into an hours' paid debauchery.

The Serenity touched down at the docks on the outskirts of town, a region affectionately known as Eejit by the locals, though the guidebooks all called it Alderaan.

"Gonna' get me a whore," said Ena, the vessel's second-in-command. "Been way too long since I got any damn action."

"Steer clear of the Vulcan's, Ena," said Marvin the Paranoid Android , the ship's Captain. "You know as well as I do the Doc ain't got meds for those STIs!"

"Reckon I'll take my chances, Cap," Ena replied with a chuckle, lighting a cigar. "You know damn well I can't ever pass up on doing an Vulcan. I'm only human, after all!"

And with that, Ena left via the Serenity 's cargo ramp. Kashyyyk was but a stone's throw away from the docks, and the Captain knew it would only be a matter of time before Ena was in the medical bay in a great deal of pain.

The Captain flicked the comm. "Doc, you there?"

"Balls deep in inventory, Cap," Doc Woodrow Wilson replied, a few seconds later. "What's up?"

"You'll need to clear a bed," Marvin the Paranoid Android said, with a slight shake of the head. "Ena's determined to fuck an Vulcan, so you're gonna' be working overtime to keep my second-in-command's internal organs intact, and hope we can make it to a damn medical station before it's too late!"

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By CarolinaC

    B-612's Festival of Christmas - Nowl was always a bit raucous, but tended to get even more-so when the festivities reached Rivendell, the Red Light District, as one might imagine.

Whores of every conceivable race and gender shook what their respective momma's gave them, attempting - and more often than not, succeeding! - to tempt a potential punter or three into an hours' paid debauchery.

The Millennium Falcon touched down at the docks on the outskirts of town, a region affectionately known as Idiot by the locals, though the guidebooks all called it Barrayar.

"Gonna' get me a whore," said Urf, the vessel's second-in-command. "Been way too long since I got any damn action."

"Steer clear of the Vulcan's, Urf," said Spock, the ship's Captain. "You know as well as I do the Doc ain't got meds for those STIs!"

"Reckon I'll take my chances, Cap," Urf replied with a chuckle, lighting a cigar. "You know damn well I can't ever pass up on doing an Vulcan. I'm only human, after all!"

And with that, Urf left via the Millennium Falcon 's cargo ramp. Rivendell was but a stone's throw away from the docks, and the Captain knew it would only be a matter of time before Urf was in the medical bay in a great deal of pain.

The Captain flicked the comm. "Doc, you there?"

"Balls deep in inventory, Cap," Doc Millard Fillmore replied, a few seconds later. "What's up?"

"You'll need to clear a bed," Spock said, with a slight shake of the head. "Urf's determined to fuck an Vulcan, so you're gonna' be working overtime to keep my second-in-command's internal organs intact, and hope we can make it to a damn medical station before it's too late!"

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By JaCrispy_Jamaine

Xandar's Festival of Bill was always a bit raucous, but tended to get even more-so when the festivities reached Death Star, the Red Light District, as one might imagine.

Whores of every conceivable race and gender shook what their respective momma's gave them, attempting - and more often than not, succeeding! - to tempt a potential punter or three into an hours' paid debauchery.

The Millennium Falcon touched down at the docks on the outskirts of town, a region affectionately known as Slut by the locals, though the guidebooks all called it Cloud City.

"Gonna' get me a whore," said Jakers, the vessel's second-in-command. "Been way too long since I got any damn action."

"Steer clear of the Vogons's, Jakers," said Groot, the ship's Captain. "You know as well as I do the Doc ain't got meds for those STIs!"

"Reckon I'll take my chances, Cap," Jakers replied with a chuckle, lighting a cigar. "You know damn well I can't ever pass up on doing an Vogons. I'm only human, after all!"

And with that, Jakers left via the Millennium Falcon's cargo ramp. Death Star was but a stone's throw away from the docks, and the Captain knew it would only be a matter of time before Jakers was in the medical bay in a great deal of pain.

The Captain flicked the comm. "Doc, you there?"

"Balls deep in inventory, Cap," Doc Ulysses S. Grant replied, a few seconds later. "What's up?"

"You'll need to clear a bed," Groot said, with a slight shake of the head. "Jakers's determined to fuck an Vogons, so you're gonna' be working overtime to keep my second-in-command's internal organs intact, and hope we can make it to a damn medical station before it's too late!"

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By JaneQuill28

Discworld's Festival of Ziggy the Jester was always a bit raucous, but tended to get even more-so when the festivities reached Ankh-Morpork, the Red Light District, as one might imagine.

Whores of every conceivable race and gender shook what their respective momma's gave them, attempting - and more often than not, succeeding! - to tempt a potential punter or three into an hours' paid debauchery.

The Millenium Falcon touched down at the docks on the outskirts of town, a region affectionately known as malodorous by the locals, though the guidebooks all called it Mos Eisley Cantina.

"Gonna' get me a whore," said Tallulah, the vessel's second-in-command. "Been way too long since I got any damn action."

"Steer clear of the Decepticons's, Tallulah," said Gaspode, the ship's Captain. "You know as well as I do the Doc ain't got meds for those STIs!"

"Reckon I'll take my chances, Cap," Tallulah replied with a chuckle, lighting a cigar. "You know damn well I can't ever pass up on doing an Decepticons. I'm only human, after all!"

And with that, Tallulah left via the Millenium Falcon's cargo ramp. Ankh-Morpork was but a stone's throw away from the docks, and the Captain knew it would only be a matter of time before Tallulah was in the medical bay in a great deal of pain.

The Captain flicked the comm. "Doc, you there?"

"Balls deep in inventory, Cap," Doc Millard Fillmore replied, a few seconds later. "What's up?"

"You'll need to clear a bed," Gaspode said, with a slight shake of the head. "Tallulah's determined to fuck an Decepticons, so you're gonna' be working overtime to keep my second-in-command's internal organs intact, and hope we can make it to a damn medical station before it's too late!"

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By jinnis

Ni'Var's Festival of Gurten - Polo was always a bit raucous, but tended to get even more-so when the festivities reached the bridge of the Bounty, the Red Light District, as one might imagine.

Whores of every conceivable race and gender shook what their respective momma's gave them, attempting - and more often than not, succeeding! - to tempt a potential punter or three into an hours' paid debauchery.

The Heart of Gold touched down at the docks on the outskirts of town, a region affectionately known as habasch by the locals, though the guidebooks all called it the Quentulus Quazgar Mountains in the land of Sevorbeupstry on planet Preliumtarn, third out from the sun Zarss in Galactic Sector QQ7 ActiveJ Gamma.

"Gonna' get me a whore," said Chilly, the vessel's second-in-command. "Been way too long since I got any damn action."

"Steer clear of the Mri 's, Chilly," said R2D2, the ship's Captain. "You know as well as I do the Doc ain't got meds for those STIs!"

"Reckon I'll take my chances, Cap," Chilly replied with a chuckle, lighting a cigar. "You know damn well I can't ever pass up on doing an Mri . I'm only human, after all!"

And with that, Chilly left via the the Heart of Gold's cargo ramp. the bridge of the Bounty was but a stone's throw away from the docks, and the Captain knew it would only be a matter of time before Chilly was in the medical bay in a great deal of pain.

The Captain flicked the comm. "Doc, you there?"

"Balls deep in inventory, Cap," Doc Nelson Mandela replied, a few seconds later. "What's up?"

"You'll need to clear a bed," R2D2 said, with a slight shake of the head. "Chilly's determined to fuck an Mri , so you're gonna' be working overtime to keep my second-in-command's internal organs intact, and hope we can make it to a damn medical station before it's too late!"