The South Pole [innuendo]

The satellite feed disconnected.
"Oh, ffs", Johnson thought, pulling his pants up.
Out here on edge of the world, Martian temperatures
outside, and not a friendly soul in the world to talk to,
digital sex was the only relief he had.
"Unless you were willing to tumble a penguin", he laughed to himself.

The claim that they taste like chicken is nonsense of course,
if anything, they taste more like red meat, not that he could
ever tell anyone, it's "penguins!", you know.  With another year
to go on his contract running this laboratory, he had to eat something other than the damn canned food they had here.

He liked to think that he got the gig cause he's fastidious, and they needed that.  But in the back of his mind, he was always worried that it was simply cause no one else wanted it.  And now, as the months
dragged on, he believed it more and more.

Satellite came back on.

"Where's Frosty, my snowman with that big carrot?" the cam girl asked

Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2784281-Word-Bank--4- sex, claim, aloof, satellite, tumble, fastidious, chicken, meat, red, contract, laboratory, friendly