Another of my sigs:
“Mr. Chambers, don’t get on the ship; We’ve deciphered the book’s title, and it’s a TENNIS MANUAL!”
When John Carter first saw the Martian princess she was stretched languorously on her couch, heaving and pulsing convulsively as from her V-shaped lipless mouth saliva flowed seductively; she was dressed only in jewels.
This may be cheating a bit but it’s not as funny without the book title.
My Life As A Starfleet Security Officer
“It all began when I… eeeaagggghhhhh!!”
From Approaching Uranus: a Space Porno:
I’m channeling the spirit of GLORYHAMMER here:
The cosmic vampire had boarded Garthar’s atom-stellar cruiser, but he had no fear; he was infused with the aura of the Holy Nebula and his dwarf-built nova pistols were fully charged.
Astronaut Steve Randall, having defeated the Sabrinites in the Battle of Tristan Four, assumed command of the Sabrinites’ ship, which was locked on a course directly into the star Amphora; looked at the instrument panel in front of him; and wondered just what the heck all of it did.
The crew of the Tantoblin looked at the mass of jelly that had been their captain, up until the Landonites hit him with their death ray.
“Hello, yes this is the Time Police, would you like to have already reported a causality violation?”