Undercleavage

Finally the Tucci Brothers arrive, clad in their uniforms, which were as miniscule as the girls' t-shirts.

"Mae Dose! [ED: Carnipelagian slang, hard to enterpret.] They barely fit in those shorts." exclaims Angel.

"Mmm. This is gonna be fun," adds Randi.

"We made our own rule," Angel explains to us, "That if you lose any part of your uniform, you can't put it back on. We think that will be a popular rule. I mean, we do want to sell tickets someday."

"Mmm. Fun," Randi reiterates.

"Here comes Haelie! Wait 'till you meet her!"

Randi warns us that if we photograph their little practice, they'll fly out of her shirt a lot. Damn. We should have brought more film.

Randi seemed to enjoy the fact that her tiny t-shirt could barely cover her new tits.

"I didn't get them done to hide them, silly," she says, "And don't they look a weency bit like footballs? Isn't that cool?"

"It's probably too bad that our practice shirts were printed before my boob job. Or is it?" Randi giggles, giving the camera a flirtatious jiggle, "It barely fits me now!"

Randi greets us at Landers Field, usually used for the Island's more popular sport, Beach Volleyball. Angel tests the sand for pebbles and its temperature.

"We started watching Merkan Football on the dish Coach Cumming used to have in his cabin," says Randi, "We thought it was pretty hot, so we tried to learn as much as we could about it before Coach's satellite was confiscated by the Empress." Read more »