Murdock held his breath, tensing as his friend's tongue made its slow journey. He hissed in disappointment as the tongue withdrew and blue eyes looked up at him. Smiling almost lazily, Face winked at him.

"C'mon, Face, don't stop now! Please!"

"Hmm, this might take a while. Have to conserve my strength..."

"No, you don't! Keep going!"

The plea in Murdock's voice made Face chuckle. He bent his head, and once more his tongue moved languidly over the surface. After a few more rotations, he looked up again, licking the moisture slowly from his lips.

"Face..." Murdock moaned in frustration.

Face grinned evilly, taking the orb completely into his mouth.

"Aw, no, Face!" Murdock almost cried as Face bit down...


Hannibal quirked an eyebrow at his pilot, who was dejectedly toying with a small stick.

"So, Murdock, how many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center?"