audio.

[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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[arfvader]

Did you get the okay from Beyoncé? Because I absolutely would not put it past her to have space lawyers.

[delincuente]

What, I'm supposed to get permission from myself?

[Rule #1: Alex does not give up on the bullshit.]

[arfvader]

We all know she's truly a higher power who would never allow another to bear her name. Unless you're one of those true believers who goes around spreading the gospel of Beyoncé? Maybe she'd make an exception for that.

[Ravi is more than happy to play that game.]

[delincuente]

Hey, I've been with her since she joined Destiny's Child. I was there before "Bills, Bills, Bills" came out. I think she'd be accepting.

[arfvader]

I feel like the Queen Bee would encourage her Beehive to be proudly individual and unapologetically themselves. But what would I know.

[Dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper.]

I've only been a card-carrying member of the fanclub since '97.

[delincuente]

What, were you in, like, college then?

[He's older than her, so he must be old.]

[arfvader]

I was on the cusp of adolescence, if you must know. Just barely started in what you Americans refer to as "high school".

[delincuente]

... Other people don't call it high school?

[Her British werewolf boyfriend never told her that. Or maybe she just wasn't listening because he was talking about school.]