Ep 7. Extreme Chode

Captain's Log, half-baked and fully loaded - Damn, that was a close one. And, for once, I'm not talking about premature ejaculation. I'm talking about my latest run-in with Commander Adam and his Confederation cronies. Over drinks down at Sammy's, "Assmaster" Adam got on this bragging kick about his brat son, Adam 12. In the same breath, he started ragging on my nephew, Whip. Now, if I want to call Whip a no-good worthless pissant slacker moron who's lazier than a stagnant puddle of sewage, that's my business. But nobody else better call him that, 'cause he's family. So, naturally, I bet Commander Adam that Whip could whip Adam 12's sorry ass in the spaceboarding competition at the Intergalactic X-Games. The deal was, if Whip lost, I had to give Six to the Commander. (Talk about a "sucker" bet....) For some crazy reason, both Whip and Six were pissed off when they heard the news.