Zapp Brannigan

@zappbrannigan.bsky.social

She's built like a Steakhouse, but she drives like a Bistro.

When I die, bury me in an elaborate tomb like an old pharoah. I don't have any servants for the afterlife, so put Conan O'Brien in there with me. I think he'll be handy to have.

I want to pass through your event horizon. Never to be seen again. I desire spaghettification in the might of your gravity. I want your tender kisses between my atoms. Whisper your sweet rumbles through the spine of my matter as I obliviate into you.

I understand that it's uncomfortable for the host, but hear me out. More crabs. I think the little crabbies are trying to be near human genitals so they can attempt to swap in their genetic material and birth Crab/human hybrids.