"Logan it is illogical for you to remain here when you know that within minutes I will lose control to the Pon-Far and be unable to control neither my Vulcan strength nor my Vulcan lust." Grunted Spock, sweat beading on his forehead, his grip on the ceremonial Kun-Re bedpost tightening.
"Listen Bub," growled Wolverine, chomping a space-cigar, "there's nothing your Vulcan ass can dish out that my mutant healing factor can't handle. And as you know, my adimantium skeleton renders me immune to both your mind-meld and your nerve pinch, so let's do this thing"
"That's right," purred Cheetara from Thundercats, entering the room wearing nothing but a hyper-towel and a smile "and ever since Thanatos used The Infinity Guantlet to enhance my speed and stamina, you've been no match for me in the bedroom or out of it!"
Suddenly the NCC-1701 Enterprise-D's red-alert klaxon began to wail like a loud important thing, and the lights got all red. "Well, looks like we'll have to get back to this later Bub" snarled Wolverine, flexing his fingers, "right now we've got some klingons to take care of"
TO BE CONTINUED...?