You put your proficiency to use with your KOMPROMATIC RATIONALE technique, coughing up a bit of illegitimate evidence to get some information out of these fine looking Prospitian fellows as quickly as possible.
You casually remark that it seems like these boys here got caught in the throes of malleable beefcake-limbed passion with your good pal Stretch. Would be a real shame if this went public. Bad for his publicity, bad for the publicity of countless others you've shamed with this burly beauty. It's bad publicity all the way down.
Perhaps you could all work out some kind of trade over a lovely pool of cosmic spaghetti?