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.

Comments

[onlyanapple]

[Is that concern in Crowley's voice? Nah. Must be indigestion. ]

...Stupid how? Like boring stupid or near death experiences stupid?

[delincuente]

[What a good uncle!]

Sort of both, but mainly the first. Like, sure people told me I was useless and vapid as a teenager, but it's really sinking in now.

[onlyanapple]

People really need to learn to keep their stupid and wrong opinions to themselves.

[delincuente]

Hey, hey, as a teenager. Don't smite anybody.

[onlyanapple]

I don't smite people, Alex. I make their days exceptionally unfortunate.

Still. You're not all that bad. As humans go.

[delincuente]

[She's genuinely touched.]

That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me.

[onlyanapple]

Yeah yeah, don't make it a big thing or anything. You'll set off my allergies.

[delincuente]

Oh, grab a space-Kleenex, you softy.

[onlyanapple]

You are terrible. You are awful. The worst.