Captain's Log: Stardate 2025.03.05
The crew of the S.S. Chaos (my son, his friend, and Captain Dad) set sail on a mission of epic proportions: Fun, Laughter, and Tactical Pizza Consumption.
Phase One: The Ambush
A Nerf war broke out before the mission even started. I, Captain Dad, took a critical hit to the left nut. Morale plummeted. Surrender was swift. The victors showed no mercy.
Phase Two: The Feast of Champions
Still recovering, I led the crew to the pizza refueling station. The boys devoured slices like a black hole consuming a solar system, while I re-evaluated my life choices and ability to dodge foam bullets.
Phase Three: The Arcade Battle
Skeeball, air hockey, and digital warfare ensued. Victory belonged to the youth, while I bruised, battered, and out of quarters, claimed only the title of “Most Likely to Need an Ice Pack.”
Final Log Entry
With bellies full and spirits high, the adventurers returned home, already plotting their next campaign of chaos.
Captain Dad, limping off-duty.
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