badass sequel blues

I'm working on a screenplay called
Psycho Bitches from Beyond Bonkers II:
Invasion of the Astro-Bastard Assholes, but

I'm having trouble
with inspiration. I don't want it to be just
like
the last screenplay I wrote. It was
unbelievable. Nobody
bought it.

But anyway, the Psycho Bitches
(who call themselves that
in a reclaiming and up-powerment
of some shit some dickhead said
last time, in the origin backstory
when they were little kids) are victorious
in their small town as usual, a little past
and outside Bonkers, Idaho

Having a good time, maybe
complaining "boring"
but, life is good
when you're a Psycho Bitch
from Beyond Bonkers. It's like
the group to be in. There are six
of them, always.

When this time, these guys
come from outer space
and it's fucking awful. It's like,
six guys (one for each Bitch)
(but not as dates, obviously)

who came here on a package vacation deal
organized by a shady travel agency
far elsewhere
that matches up affluent sentient
beings with a taste for the outré
and bold, maybe risqué
with custom-algorithm-picked
backward planets whose lower life forms
have evolved compatibly to whatever
the sicko aspirational safari predators
or alien wannabe abductors are interested
in. All completely under-the-table, of course.

There are laws about this up there, but
do those laws apply here? It's mostly
honor system anyway. No galactic cop
shows up to restore order! (Spoiler)

So, you know, the Psycho Bitches from Beyond
Bonkers tend to have to step in. To assert
and fulfill their own mandate, right about
where it usually fits.