audio.

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[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

[alwayscomeback]

...Wow, I never thought of it that way before. That's genius.

So. How;re you doing anyway, Beyonce?

[He pronounces the name wrong. He doesn't even know what a Beyoncé is.]

[delincuente]

And there's less time between meals, so you never even get hungry.

[Alex is truly a woman ahead of her time. She takes a moment to gloat in her genius.]

Meh. Been worse, been better.

[alwayscomeback]

I'm always hungry. I just have varying levels of hunger.

Well, that's better than a whole lot of worse and no better at all.

[delincuente]

How's it been here? Did I miss any cool planets? And by "cool" I mean, like, that one with the casinos and stupid souvenir shops.

[alwayscomeback]

We went to a literally cool planet that I personally loved, but nope, not so much with the casinos and souvenir ships. Most of it has been pretty nature-y.

[delincuente]

Ew. That sounds depressing.

[alwayscomeback]

Hey now, it did mean we got a lot of food. That's never depressing.

[delincuente]

It is when you've just got big hunks of dead animals hanging around for the next six months.

[alwayscomeback]

I freeze my food thank you very much, they don't smell at all.

[delincuente]

Yeah, but they're still big hunks of dead animal.

[alwayscomeback]

Delicious dead animal, Alex.