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[delincuente]

[The audio feed rattles to life with a blare of feedback, and the voice that comes through is bright, cherry, and possibly familiar to a few.]

Gooood morning, outer space! I'm pleased to announce that I've just taken over your fleet. You can call me Your Majesty, or Supreme Overlord, or Beyoncé. One of the three. Mom jeans and aerobic dance are officially outlawed, and nothing is allowed to start before noon.

Kay, thanks. Beyoncé out.

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[spacebro]

Beyoncé, the inventor of lemonade? [He may have misunderstood a conversation he had on Earth.] I like your drink. It's very refreshing.

[delincuente]

[Having not yet made it to 2016, she has no idea what he's talking about, but she still finds it delightful.]

Oh man, thanks. Just dropped a lemon in some water one day, and the rest was history.

[spacebro]

[It will be a conversation for the ages.]

You should try it with vodka if you haven't. It doesn't improve the taste. It's just more fun to drink.

[delincuente]

[Well that's fucking adorable.]

Cute, you say that like I don't already have a bottle of vodka under my bed.

[spacebro]

I had no idea. It sounded like you just arrived. You're more on top of it than I was.

[delincuente]

I was here before, for a long time. I'm sort of a veteran.

[spacebro]

Oh. In that case I'm going to need proof you're deserving of being called the Supreme Beyoncé.