“Welcome to The Island of MOSFET Toys!”
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Who knew Beeblox was married?
“I shall strike my opponent down with my invincible Space Sword!” said the Space Barbarian, right before the space bullet fired from the space Colt .45 created a space in the middle of his forehead.
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I would read the heck outta this.
Twerbel lifted the ancient manuscript to himself with great care, the kind you exercise when you’re taking your shoes off to sneak in after a night’s debauche to avoid arousing your sleeping wife, and opening the book had just enough time to scream as the talon slid silently and effortlessly through the back armour, inner suit, and unfortunately for himself, Twerbel.
“Hmmm,” thought Norbert, as he gazed out in a clueless sleepy stupor at the two suns rising to the north and the thing that looked like an old-fashioned Roomba, only slithering silent on skids of slime, swiftly surrounded his ankles, “nothing new under the suns.”
“WE COME IN PEACE”, the Scarabs had said; after two days, we found out that Peace was just their name for the lead ship of the assimilation fleet.
“Repent, Harlequin!” Said the Ticktockman.
Checking …
That’s been taken (and used as a title). Oops. Umm …
“Atone, Jester!” Said the Dingdongperson.
Ah much [del]better[/del] worse.
“The Kanamit landed in New York, bearing a cookbook titled How To Serve Man.”
Uh, no wait, maybe part of that should go later in the story.
“Since the universe is near the critical density, we are clearly living inside a black hole, and dark energy is the manifestation of it ripping everything apart as we fall”, Arthur proclaimed, his knowledge of physics clearly curtailed by the distracting effects of Googling “black hole” with Safe Search turned off.
It was a dark and tortuous asteroid storm as the Space Rangers blasted into the dark oblivion void of space in pursuit of the horridly tentacled Brrsk*{!, male screams of horror and sighing gasps of female orgasms coming over the com broadcast from the prisoner pods snagged in the pseudopods of the Brrsk*{! jellyships.
The angelic yet studly looking android, in a spacesuit that was far too white from far too much bleach, said in a voice that longed for the briefest of pit stops at the far too many passed-up interstellar rest areas, “We have the answer to humanity’s most urgent question: it is… the creature paused in sudden surprise… Null Pointer Exception.” With that, the creature froze in place.
“You girl, hold muh beer” the old asteroid miner had said when the Kerzidian armada showed up on the orbital tracking sensors.
An aside: This is my absolute favorite thread on SDMB at the moment. 
“As you know, Doctor Knight, this sub-nucleonic spatio-temporal inversion poses a threat to all life on Earth, since it could cause a rift in the very fabric of space-time and destroy reality as we know it!” mansplained Commander Rick “Rock” Steele, the most highly decorated officer in the Earth Space Force. “Yes, Commander Steele, I did know that, since I am Earth’s foremost authority on sub-nucleonic spatio-temporal inversions, but thank you for telling me anyway,” replied Doctor Barbara “Stormy” Knight, Earth’s foremost authority on sub-nucleonic spatio-temporal inversions, who at nineteen years old was the youngest Nobel laureate in history and had worked her way through college as a supermodel. Uppity bitch, thought Commander Rick “Rock” Steele to himself, although without actually saying it out loud. The repressed yet powerful sexual tension in the room was so thick it would have taken a nucleonic-fusion-powered plasma-beam hyper-cutter to cut through it.
MEBuckner, it’s still fabulous. 
Ten thousand years later, nobody would remember what Dick Bork said to the intelligent squid, or why they were smiling so much; the brief (but passionate) affair between Daisy Rumblethighs and her auto-lubricating droid would be completely forgotten; and the 3D images of Kurt Krant with his head wedged in the Tittilax Ambassador’s wheeple would be lost in the mists of time; but everybody would know exactly why Grotbork the Turgid had to behead his automatic camel … but let me begin at the beginning.
The grotesque alien commander looked obdurately, with an inhuman gaze, from the translucent viewport of the extra-terrestrial vessel, a ship of such colossal extent that it dwarfed all imagination, as it sat floating threateningly in the unfathomable depths of cosmic space, poised above the fragile, rocky world, teeming with ingenuous life, that would presently encounter it’s dreadful doom.