Sexy Space Yacht Hopu Bid!

BEGIN TRANSMISSION Spacedate 2015.9.01 Space, the final fun-tier.... These are the voyages of the Sexy Space Yacht. Her mission: to explore strange new worlds. To seek out sweet ultimate frisbee and awesome new friends. To boldly party like no man has partied before! Greetings, Hopuians, we come in peace. We are contacting you through the “e-mail” of your world in order to request a spot in your Hopu ultimate frisbee tournament. Word of your tournament has reached the far corners of the galaxy—it has the reputation as one of the finest and most adventurous events in the Pacific sector—and we would like to investigate. In gratitude for accepting us as participants in your sporting-festival, we promise to introduce the earthlings that we encounter to some of the wonders of the deep universe, including the zero-G handshake, the space-twerk dance move, and CryoSparks, a favorite beverage of the Classindian system, the only known Earthling corollaries of which we understand to be severely depleted. Our commander, Captain Hank, is a luminary in the ultimate Frisbee Our commanders, Captain Dhwani, Admiral Cobbleton, and Space-DJ-turned-General Joe Bryan, are avid members of the ultimate San Francisco nebula system. While organizing FRINGO tournaments, ultimate leagues, and parties, the commanders have heard whispers of the greatest land known throughout the galaxy: a planet called Hopu. With glitter guns a blast, and thrusters at maximum, the commanders and their animal-print-asstronaut-suited-crew have set their space sails for thee. We come in party. In addition to copious amounts of gift-giving (Sexy Space Yacht communicator badges, Cryosparks, and more), random dance parties, and general space-themed ridiculousness, we would like to add a fully constructed Space Yacht, a Space Party Sound system, Yacht Races, and all the lasers you can shake a wookie at to your fine celebration. We hope that you will consider our proposal, and invite us to be the first inter-stellar participants in your fun and frisbee tournament. We will leave you with an expression of our excitement in the form of a poem, or “rap” as we understand it to be colloquially referred to on Earth. Until our paths cross again, may you live large and prosper. From Commander Emeritus Hank Captain is loggin' Straight from his noggin We cruise the silky way, Live large and prosperin' We tossin' fris-bees Up in da zero G's, Jet pack, strap to ya back, Now we talkin, put it deep! We rock the tight suits, Fo' bustin' fly moves, Top shelf, drink to ya health, Less than the best does not compute! You wanna float and grind? Back up at ulti-time? Our tractor beam is set to hot... Party's on the space yacht! With love, The Sexy Space Yacht (coming to a port near you) END TRANSMISSION Lyrics by Ian C. and Sam H. Sung by Ian C. Edited by Sam H.