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

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[She takes his arm, grins, and then leans up to say - ]

I've seen The Princess Bride, you dork.

[stefanged]

You, me, and the entire Fleet at this point. [teasingly:] I think Atroma owes us a new round of movies, but maybe that's just me.

[delincuente]

Excuse you, From Justin to Kelly is a classic saga of love and music in modern America, and it is fabulous.

[stefanged]

Says you! I couldn't even get through the first five minutes and I tried.

[delincuente]

Your taste in movies is too good. It keeps you from appreciating true entertainment.

[stefanged]

Like that band who threw meat into the audience, you mean?

[delincuente]

Ughhhh is innovative and unique.

[stefanged]

I don't know. Sounds like I'm too old to understand modern music.