I want this me situation taken care of!
Well done, so far! I won't forget this... at least until you screw up.
Look at these ratings! They're through the roof! And it's sweeps month, too!
Picks up the phone.
Ellen? Get me J.B.
waits for the connection
J.B.? E.E. here. Have you seen the ratings for that LICC thing? Yeah, I know that they stank early on, but we've finally got a writer who knows how to do something besides meetings! Yeah, those supermodels are a hit!
Outside holosuite 6 is a big sign that says "Fashion casting for Paris IV". No supermodel has the mental strength to pass this once-in-a-lifetime chance and they enter in groups. It is a trap. Soon they are "brain"washed and forced into Furby's harem. The LICC's 100-Models-Pasha sits on a flying carpet, wearing a turban and sucking on a narghile, and watches them doing a nice belly dance for him.
The whole situation is monitored by a cloaked ship only a few kilometers away from the Spidership. It arrived several minutes ago without being detected.
"Look, he drinks champagne from their navels! I have heard the rumors but I didn't know that he is that decadent!"
"Wow, I wish I was there. Can I get a shore leave?"
"Yes. And the whole second shift can visit them too."
Meanwhile alt-Furby lets the puppets dance in the "Jiggly Room" nudie bar formerly known as holosuite 9. Quite a few male crewmembers dressed as shoe salesmen are already involved in a brawl over a supermodel's thong...
Alex blinks, shakes his head, looks at the assembled group and then at Con-Dy.
How did I get here, and how did she end up like that? I take it that there are the invasion continues, right?
Jadlad slumps to the floor mesmerized as the Brady sisters find him.
Sherry Lynn: Is he okay?
Jennifer: Don't know.
Kathleen: I think I know what to do.
Kathlen goes to the nearest replicator and starts feeding Jadlad pizza.
Jennifer: Looks like it's working little sister!
Kathlean: Hey! I'm only two minutes younger than you!
Sound effects: Ooooooooooooo!
Jadlad (chomping away on the pizza): *Chomp. Chomp. Chomp.* Hmm? Wha? What's going' on? Don't tell me I was mesmerized by one of those women.
Sherry Lynn: You were mesmerized by one of those women.
Jadlad: I asked you not to tell me that.
Canned laughter: Ha ha ha ha!
Jadlad: Now don't be ridiculous Sherry Lynn, I was in complete control. It's impossible I tell you, I had her right where she wanted me.
Canned laughter: Ha ha ha ha!
All three of the Brady sisters are standing over him. Jennifer kicks the speaker beside him and it falls silent.
Jadlad: I think I'll shut up now.
On the Bridge of the Modelizer, the leader of the Supermodels, wearing the Glasses of Wisdom, the Tiara of Power, the Sash of Leadership, and a one of a kind, gemstone-studded, Ralvin Valensucci original cape, bra, panties, gloves & high heels, analyzes the sensors.
Odd, every Supermodel wearing red bras, lingerie, or wet t-shirts on the Spidership have been killed, seriously injured or *shudders* had sex with a Furby.
That's a fate worse than death.
We have half an hour to conquer this ship before the other Earth ships get here. My Supermodels have succeeded in turning a large number of the men to their slaves, but not enough. I must focus on the pockets of resistance and...
That's odd? I detect a Siliconian lifesign, but it's not one of my models. Hmmm... lifesigns are very similar to...
Security surround the transport station and aim weapons!
No, Del-Ta, the pointy end faces away from you.
Bray-Nee activates the transporter
So, we meet again.
On the transport station is a surprised, and weaponless, Shooting Star
Both on the Spidership and the Modelizer the intruder alerts start at full power. Hundreds of familiar looking creatures appear, wearing Hawaii shirts and sunglasses, holding drinks and big cigars. Some of them sing...
Suddnely the Modeliser's Ybruf Beam is automatically activated adn it sends all of the Furbies on the Modeliser & most of the Furbies on the LICC ship to Brittanyworld, which is populated by scantily clad, giant, amazonian clones of Brittany Spears.
The universe shudders when the Spears clones & the Furbies decide to sing together.
"Who are you? What do you want??"
"What the heck are you suddenly doing on Brittanyworld? Go to the Furby Embassy there and use the hypertansporter back when you're done singing!"
"Ok, we will be back soon. But it is nice here!"
"Grrr, I know. Over and out." He presses a few buttons. "Decloak and capture the model ship with a sweet glue beam! Prepare to forcefeed them with cherry-tart! Food-fight alert!"
The small ships find themselves in the company of a significantly larger one. Surprise!
"Hail the spidership."
Suddenly the Spidership is bombarded with hailstones.
How's that sir?
The Brady sisters and Jadlad: What was that?
Seeker, in his isolated landing bay, has been telepathically monitoring events aboard the Spidership. At least until Keiran comes in to talk--followed by a bevy of Supermodels!
Though he is male (according to his species), his non-humanoid brain prevents the Supermodel glamor/pheromones from mesmerizing the living ship. However, the scantily-clad women appear to be impervious to his sendings as well. Helpless to aid, Seeker can only watch the Models advance on Keiran. LOOK DO NOT! he warns, but cannot tell if the Silent One hears him....
Bray-Nee looks again at Shooting Star
You look like her..., but she would be much older now. Old enough to be your mother.
Was your mother from the planet Siliconia?
Before Shooting Star can answer the ship is rocked and several alerts go off
What the...?
Furbies! Why did it have to be Furbies, again!?!
You try to play nicely with some people and look where it gets you.
The Ybruf beam is set to maximum.
Fire 1!
The beam hits the Furby ship and a third of the Furbies find themselves in the swamps of the planet Nayr, where all their hair falls out and they become Baldbies.
Fire 2!
The beam hits the ship and another third of the Furbies find themselves on the planet Plantanimal where their animals genes are converted to Evergreen Tree genes and they become Firbies.
Fire 3!
The beam hits and the remaining third of the Furbies on the ship are subjected to the most eeeeeeeeeeeeeevil transformation yet. They are transformed into gorgeous looking women that no normal Furby can resist. Yes, they have become Herbies.
As the small group Alex is in stalks the Spidership corridors, they pass one of the holodecks. Alex looks over.
Wait a second... this holodeck is running... the castle Anthrax program...I wonder who gets to play Lancalot...
But then the Ybruf beam malfuntiones. The Furbys are all restored - ok, what else did you expect? - and several supermodels make a horrible discovery: They are growing blue fur and develop a liking for Frank Sinatra songs and chocolate. Could it be...? Yes! Oh-oh.
(A figure wearing a half mask comes out of the wings and sings)
The Phantom of the Empire is here! Inside your board!
(Looks around)
Oops. Sorry. My bad. I saw all the Furby bashing and thought it was the old Phantom Returns board.
(With that he turns and returns to his proper universe)
The Furbys are all restored - ok, what else did you expect?
Sadly, exactly that. It's bad enough that one Furby is unstoppable, but when you add a horde of Furbies to a storyline doesn't that violate the "No Omnipotence Clause"?
several supermodels make a horrible discovery: They are growing blue fur
So they've mutated into The Beast and Nightcrawler? 
Siliconians!
(Keiran ducks around Seeker, trying to shield himself from the giggling Models. Seeker sends at him, but even at this extremely close distance, all Keiran can hear is a faint buzz. Quickly, he places his hands on the living ship and attempts to restore communication.)
Seeker. Can you let me in? Where is your orifice?
(He doesn't know if his alarmed state is preventing his sendings are not, and the models are closing in.)
Just then the TV set starts to prove that watching TV is bad for your eyes.
"'Where is your orifice?' Man, Keiran needs to be a little more specific."
"What do you mean?"
"Seeker's a living spaceship, right? Well, isn't it possible that it has more than one orifice? He might wind up walking in somewhere he really doesn't want to."
"Oh, man, I see what you mean! Yeah, he definitely should've specified an oficie. Hey, just how many ofifices do you think Seeker has, anyway?"
"Orifcies."
"What?"
"It's not orifices, it's orificies."
"No way, man. It's gotta be orifices."
"You want me to check the dictionary? You know I'll do it..."
"Go ahead, smarty!"
"HAH! I told you! Orificies! Right there!"
"Yeah, all right..."
"Orificies, orificies, orificies!"
"OKAY! You don't have to get all orifacetous about it!"
Seeker raditates relief; Silent One has been warned, turning to press frantic hands against the living ship's reddish skin. A sending, formless but urgent, shimmers beneath those hands and Seeker sends his own perception to amplify it. Ripples of crimson wash to and from the hands: OPEN. OPEN. ESCAPE.
OF COURSE. A small portion of his own flesh irises open, just to Silent's One's right. ENTER. Silent One hesitates, then darts forward, into warm, communicative darkness.
YOU ARE WELL? Danger to the human past, Seeker is free to simply ignore the Models fluttering about in the docking bay. SILENT ONE?
Bray-Nee checks the scans.
Worthless Furbys! Well, I have one more trick to play. Del-Ta!
Del: Y... yes?
Bray-Nee removes the Tiara of Power and the Sash of Leadership.
If something happens to me I want you to put on the Glasses of Wisdom!
Del: M... me? B... b... but me not smart?
It doesn't matter. Just do it! If something happens to me.
Bray-Nee begins casting an ancient dark spell, she names the Supermodels held prisoner by the Furbys in the holodecks. At the end of the spell there is a flash of light and all the Supermodels named plus one scream, burst into flame and fall down dead as the Shield of Indifference™ spell is invoked and all Furbys everywhere become invisible and intangible to all Supermodels. Nothing the Furbys ever try again will do anything to a Supermodel till the End of TimeOMT, except within the twisted minds of the Furbys themselves.
Del-Ta removes the Glasses of Wisdom from the body of her dead leader and puts them on. Suddenly there is a change in Del-Ta. She stretches and looks down at her body, and Bray-Nee says
This is an excellent body. She wasn't very bright, but Del-Ta knew how to keep in shape.
Shooting Star stares at what has taken place, and seems to realize that Bray-Nee was not the Supermodel who wore the Glasses, but instead was the Glasses that wore the Supermodel.
Fine, I'm fine, Seeker. Thank you, that was a little too close.
(Morgan's sendings become almost effortless to him while hiding inside Seeker.)
Now I wish I could remember what I did the last time I encountered a group of Siliconians.
(Out of the shadows Shadow Senshi appeared to Rikard, Tacoman, Enesku, First & whoever else is in the group)
Oh, hi! I just came from Deck 3 where a group of nearly naked models had captured 47 guys. They fought bravely, but I was finally able to knock the guys unconscious and rescue them. Whew!
Delgado wakes up on Deck 3 with a sizeable lump on his head.
"Owwwwwww... what happened..."
If what you say is true, then the male officers on the ship are letting themselves be overpowered willingly! Aha! This gives me an idea! We're going to have to make ourselves look really really really gorgeous and attractive, so everyone will *prefer* us to the supermodels!
I have those pheremones I picked up on Th'fashuss, you and Duella will have to come up with something on your own.
What the frell...??? I know that I'm hot but not so hot that I turn all those gorgeous women into dust! My outside temperature regulator works fine!
He checks his sensors.
Well, a positive side effect is that now only a few supermodels are running around on the Spidership and even their own ship now suffers from a crew shortage.
A few seconds of mental concentration later.
Magic. Heavy magic. Bad. The only way to negate it would be ending time itself. Hm, does a local end in a black hole count?
Rikard turns to Shadow Senshi.
Did you say nearly n-, I mean, uh yeah, good job Eve. Hopefully this'll be over soon. Although if it continues to go on, I wouldn't be that angry.
Turns to Enesku.
Interesting idea. Do you think that it'll work?
A very angry alt-Furby is tired of chasing supermodels without success. All he needs now is a cunning plan.
Ha! You, redshirt over there, be very careful and come here!
A few seconds later the unlucky redshirt wears a replicated pink Furby costume.
Very good! This is a nice life insurance for you. Now run around, try to find a few models, chase them and try to sing!
The Furbyshirt soon comes across a model squad. They gasp in shock and awe - and flee! Two corners later they are greeted by a yellowshirt holding up a big sign:
YOU ALL HAVE DEEP WRINKLES!
The screaming continues until they accidentally hit a blueshirt with a cart in a remote corridor.
"Hey, don't mess with my cakes! Wanna have something? Look here, yummy yummy! With whipped cream! Lotsa calories!"
With all escape routes being blocked by Furbyshirt, wrinkle sign and cake shoppe the models collapse totally exhausted and mentally devastated.
Excellent work, guys. Take them to sickbay and let the Holodoc and some non-Furby magic specialist examine them! Sometimes it's fun being invisible.
So, where is Pin-Kee?
That's the ring worn on the little finger.
Like what? Wear my old sailor fuku and pretend to be attacked by a tentacle monster?
(She laughs, then she notices the expressions as the guys consider this)
I'm underage!
(The guys break out of their reverie)
If I had access to Hammerspace...
Convenient redshirt: We could replicate some battery-operated tentacles... (His head bursts into flames at the thought and he runs down the hall looking for a bucket of water)
Here, pal! Use my bucket of water!
trips and throws the bucket of water into the air, which short-circuits the corridor's environmental support and activates a nearby airlock, sucking him out into space
(to Josh) Do I think it'll work? Maybe you can decide when you've seen me all dressed-and-made-up for it.
My quarters aren't far from here. We can get or replicate suitable clothing there.
(They make their way towards Enesku's quarters)
Watch out, Supermodels! LICC's Angels are on the scene! That's us three (she adds, indicating herself, Duella and Shadow)
I'll be the smart one!
Surprisingly the burning redshirt avoids being blown out into space and continues running until he sees what he thinks is a bucket of water.
SFX: Duh duh duuuuuuuuuuuuuuh!
He pours it over his head before realizing it's a bucket of alcohol.
Canned Laughter: Ha ha ha ha!
He runs off screaming and collides with the furbyshirt, and you know how quickly hair catches on fire...
Announcer: But where did that bucket of alcohol come from?
Morn walks out looks around, shrugs his shoulders and goes back to Quark's.
Comedy music: Wah wah wah...
Scene cuts to EE's office.
Casting director: ...and the best part is we pay that Morn guy... by the word.
The casting director & the Evil Executive throw their heads back laughing, then freeze frame & roll credits.
Take them to sickbay and let the Holodoc and some non-Furby magic specialist examine them!
You forget I am programmed with the knowledge of all doctors, that includes witch doctors as well as Dr. Fate, Dr. Strange, Dr. Doom, Dr. Spektor, Dr. Druid, Dr. Occult...
(When he finishes the list he examines the Supermodels)
The spell can't be broken, but since it won't harm them I see no reason to attempt to break it. (Glances at lustful Furbys) And I can think of several moral & ethical reasons not to try to break it as well.
Alex looks over at First, and with an evil grin, says
There was a smart one?
So who gets to be Charlie and Bosley?
Alex sets his Slayanator to the setting Twinkie, and a good thing too, as two of the supermodels approach from the other direction.
I've got these girls.
Our hero fires his weapon, which launches several Twinkies at the models. The models are pelted with the snack cake, and a couple of the fall into the the models' open mouths. The ladies bite down by instinct, their eyes open wide, and they catch fire and turn to dust, having been previously protected by somekinda force field or something.
I'll be the pretty one.
I'll be the hot one.
Yeah, I bet you-. Stops himself.
Enesku: What?
Rikard: Nothing.
Josh, if these three are going to be the LICC angels, what does that make us?
Jadlad and the Brady triplets are busy trying to keep the remaining Supermodels occupied with questions they can't answer, and tricking them into eating fatty foods until help arrives.
(And the interior door to the auxillary docking bay opens, and six supermodels run out, shrieking, garish and dripping colors all over their faces. Keiran almost continues after them, but stops, his mission complete.
Seeker's transmitted amusement is almost tangible to any intelligent minds nearby. Keiran, stifling a laugh himself, sets down a fistful of paint-covered brushes and goes back to retrieve a colorful satchel left on the deck near Seeker.)
"It's just a good thing Artsy left her supplies with you, Seeker. So...you've never told me what you've thought of my plan." Morgan says, shaking the pigments from his hands.
Greetings, I am Darth Quoloth, the Head of Sithco Inhuman Resources. We at the Sith council and the Evil community at large have come to the conclusion that at 68% of our membership consists of crazy middle aged men in funny outfits. While this seemed acceptable in the days when the Champions of "Truth" and "Justice" were mostly Immirgants, irraddiated teenagers, Homo Superior, or crazy middle aged men in funny outfits. But most of those heroes were sent to jail for molesting their wards, and a new breed of Champion has arisen. The current age calls for new breed of Supervillian, one who is less mad scientist, and more evil industrialist. The Supervillian of today must be ready to fight today's computer generated angsty superheroes, even if they are played by Nicholas Cage. So to further this end, Sithco Industries, in cooperation with the Unnatural Law Party, and the Puppet Ruling Council have decreed a new Competition/ reality show, where the ultimate Supervillian will be selected. Competition to be held on planet Marx IV, in the "People's Industrial Co-op Statium dedicated to the eternal glory of Communism #13." See your Universal Menace.
Answering Alex.
Very happy?
(Meanwhile on another deck, Ensign Tai & Redshirtmon have got a working psuedomorph rifle and have snuck up on a group of Supermodels)
ZAP!!!
Tai: That should keep them from doing any more harm.
Red: Yes, but at what cost?
(Tai looks at the former Supermodels and realizes that they are now between 2 & 3 feet tall, cartoony-cute looking, have big manga-style eyes and permanent smiles, wearing cheerleader outfits and waving pom-poms.)
Tai: Oh, no! I've turned them into... Perkymon!
(The Perkymon turn and see Tai, their eyes become bigger, and hearts & stars & flowers appear around them.)
Perkymon: Oh, kawaii!!! (chanting) Tai, Tai, he's our guy, if he can't do it we'll say bye-bye!
Tai & Red: AAAAAAAAAaaaa...!!! (They turn and run from the harmless, but annoying Perkymon who run, cartwheel, and poing down the hall after them.)
(Oddly enough the anti-Furby spell still protects the former Supermodels.)
The New New York (that's NOT an error) Yankees are visiting the Cincinnati Reds. As the camera pans over the field, a Yankees pitcher throws a fastball, which is then hit for a Home Run by the Reds shortstop. Unfortunately for the Yankees, there were two men on base at the time.
Suddenly, the camera zooms in on Quincy K. Rocket, who is sitting in a comfortable seat and eating an over-priced hot dog (is there any other kind at a ballpark?). He looks over at the scoreboard: Yankees 2, Reds 14, Bottom of the 6th inning, 1 Out.
*sigh* I wonder if I'm missing anything back on the spidership.....
Just then a foul ball went through a freak wormhole that opened up in Rocket Ranger's lab on the spidership. If only he were there he could have caught the fould ball, instead he missed it and it smashed into one of his experiments.
On the Modelship
"I don't know who you are, or what you want, but this is one heroine you're not going to get. Or assimiliate. Or whatever."
With that, 'Star fires a yellow bolt of energy from her hands that begins to ricoshet throughout the interior of the ship at super-speed.
"It's just a good thing Artsy left her supplies with you, Seeker. So...you've never told me what you've thought of my plan." Morgan says, shaking the pigments from his hands.
Seeker's sending morphs from AMUSEMENT to APPREHENSION. MORE PROOF I WOULD HAVE. The fear is tinged with SUSPICION and PAIN. Keiran winces. UNLESS THERE IS EXPLANATION NONE OTHER, SOLUTION NONE OTHER.... The thought trails off in a resounding NEGATIVE.
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Meanwhile, in Artsy's quarters, the artist has finally finished the small object she's been working on, and sits back to have an objective look at it.
Immediantly she becomes aware of an insistant mental prodding. Quito stands beside her chair, tiny bare foot tapping incessantly on the floor.
"What?" Artsy asks, startled that her charge is even awake.
Quito's sending is sharp and focused, as if this is the umpteenth repetition of the same images. Supermodels running amok on the ship, various male crewmembers in thrall....
"When did this happen?" Artsy glances distrustfully at her companel. "No one called me."
Quito sends her a reproachful look, and adds to the images. Keiran and Seeker, and Models drenched in familiar colors. Artsy frowns at the thought of those...those.... "Light!" She grabs a spare satchel and stamps out into the corridor. Quito follows quietly, hoping for some more excitment.
An odd green wormhole forms near all the ships, and a vaguely beetle-shaped ship emerges from it.
Jackson: Butrfli, I recognize the Fuby ship and the Spidership, but what't the other one?
BUtrfli: Records identify it as the Modelizer from the Siliconians, who are a bunch of supermodels.
Jackson to the Spidership, I leave for a while, and you guys start to party, huh? Permisson to land and join the party.
The Supermodels originally came from the triplanetary system of Anorexia, Siliconia & Airheadia. So why does everyone focus on the Siliconians, but ignore the Anorexians & the Airheadians?
Because Anorexians & Airheadians don't have the really big kachongas?
(Meanwhile on yet another deck*, two Siliconians are stuck in a doorway because of their enormous breasts.)
Mar-Sha: Help!
Dy-Ana: Get us out of here!
Marg-Aret: What's the matter? Can't make yourself thin like an Anorexian? (Marg-Aret flattens herself to paper thinness and passes through the doorway.)
Ayp-Rill: Or make yourself light-headed like an Airheadian and float through? (Ayp-Rill floats over the heads of the stuck Siliconians.)
Mar-Sha: Get us out of here!
Dy-Ana: So we can smash you!
Marg-Aret: Silly Siliconians think they're so special.
Ayp-Rill: Neener, neener, neener!
* Numbers schmumbers!
(Rikard, Ardluck, Alex Tacoman and whoever else was in the group are standing in the hallway outside Enesku's quarters waiting for the LICC Angels to change, when they hear a mixture of screaming and cheering. Down the hall runs Ensign Tai & Redshirtmon followed by a pesky pack of Perkymon)
Tai & Red: ...aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAaaa...
Perkymon: Wai! Wai! Wai!
(They disappear down the hallway)
Ardluck: You know, on any other ship that would be odd. Hey look, they dropped a psuedomorph rifle!
(He picks it up just as a Supermodel appears running down the hallway and he turns and fires)
ZAP!!!
(And the Supermodel turns into a duplicate of Mika from Captain Greyhound*.)
Mika: Oh, Alex! (before anyone can react Mika poings over to Alex, and he picks him up, spins him around and pinches his bum. Setting Alex down, he says) and the best part is I can join the League and fight alongside you because... (he pulls out a plastic lightsaber and a talking Obi-Wan Kenobi doll) I'm a Jedi!!!
* Apologies to Kate Ashwin
The light burst from Shooting Star's hand flashes back and forth, zapping the weapons out of the Supermodels' hands, temporarily blinding some, and, because it's still sweeps, burning through the costume straps of others, before finally striking a glancing blow off the Glasses of Wisdom.
"Aaaaah!" Del-Ta screams, as the glasses fly off her face. "The glasses!"
Several Supermodels dive to catch the glasses. One catches the glasses, but a head on collision causes the glasses to fly back up into the air again. An Airheadian catches the glasses in mid-air and puts them on.
Bray-Nee says, "Fool! Did you thi..."
Shooting Star blasts Bray-Nee in the face and grabs the glasses off the falling Supermodel, snaps them in two and throws them to the ground and crushes the pieces under her heels, ending the menace of Bray-Nee forever.
(The doors to Enesku's quarters open, and Enesku emerges in a shiny blue bikini)
Do you think this'll do?
ShootingStar's eyes blaze with victory.
"All right, you no-brains, this vessel is now under the control of G.R.O.S.S.! Everyone on the floor, or you'll have another taste of my kinetic orbs!"
under her breath
"...and they said I was a Hamburger Pattie wannabe..."
Rikard nods.
Yeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhh. I'd say you look exactly like a member of the Modelizer. You'd fit right in. Appearancewise of course. I'm sure you're smarter or something.
A blueshirt turns toward Rikard, and says....
Should we send in the army of Vanilla Ice clones now?
Shooting Star "...taste of my kinetic orbs!"
Must... not... make... dirty... comment...
Can I taste your kinetic orbs?
A yellow bolt of energy hits her right in the kisser
Ready or not here I come.
(Eve comes out of Enesku's room wearing a black-leather bikini with high-heel thigh-high boots & long leather gloves, and her eyes appear 3 times larger)
Rikard: Your eyes...?
Special contact lenses. (she says, blinking) If I blink just right I can hypnotize someone.
What do you think of the outfit?
(Time Freezes, a Clam shelled Furby with a Anntenna appears to the Furbys.)
You hairballs are in violation of the peace treaty between our worlds. If you are to cavort amoung these filthy organics, you must restrain your powers, and at least pretend you are upgraded children's toys. Just as a reminder of why you must uphold our treaty
(Really, really painful looking hurt beams come shooting out of Shelby's head. Both Furby's scream in agony.)
This is your only warning. If we return, their will be consequences.
(Shelby disappears, time flow resumes)
The Lucy in the Sky lands in the docking bay, and two figures exit from it. Jackson and Butrfli are wearing what appear to sunglasses and leather outfits.
Jackson: Ok... I understand the fact that the sunglasses filter out some of the power of the Silliconians... can't mesmerize us with their eyes and all... but what's with the leather outfits?
Butrfli: From what I've read, wearing certain bits of leather has been known to enhance the fighting abilities of people. Don't ask me how, it just does.
The pair leave the docking bay, and immediatly search for various crew members. Along the way, they encounter several supermodels, who try to enslave the former captain and his mate. Because of the glasses, this fails, and they are later discovered with multiple bumps and bruises and are encased in a tasty pastery shell. After some wandering, Jackson and Butrfli run into the
growing group of crewmembers.
Jackson: We leave for a while, and you guys have a party, huh? Why didn't you invite us?
Alex: We tried, but your line was busy.
Jackson: Ah... So what's the news, Josh? How are doing against these ladies?
Grant Lopez gently pats his stun rifle. "Apparently I have isues with women that makes me immune to their powers. By the way, cool shades."
It's very... (searches for the right word) Kawaii?
Now we just need to wait for Duella and then it's time to snag some guys!
... out of the evil clutches of the Supermodels, that is.
A blueshirt gets the psuedomorph rifle and fires it at some fleeing models. They instantly become clones of Angela "Dead Fish" Merkel. Full of horror he drops the rifle again and thinks of eternal celibacy.
Answering Jackson...
Many members on the ship are doing a good job of fighting the models off although many male crewmembers have been captured. I myself am doing a bad job. Very easily seduced. And if we have Vanilla Ice copies... release the clones!
To Enesku: I don't think you'll have many problems with that.
To Shadow Senshi: Sorry, what did you say? Something about your outfit? I think your unique eye setup had me distracted. You look fine.
(Duella comes out of Enesku's room with a cape* wrapped around her body)
Okay let's go. (and she starts to walk down the hall until the others stop and ask about her outfit)
It fits. Now let's... (she notices Mika whom Alex keeps pushing away) Who's he?
Ardluck: Ex-Supermodel, I shot hi... her with this (he holds up the psuedomorph rifle) and she... turned into him.
A psuedomorph rifle? I thought those cheap knockoffs of the polymorph weapons** were all recalled for being unstable. Oh, well let's go.
(again they badger her about her outfit. She blushes almost as red as her hair, sighs and throws open her cape, revealing two black holographic bars covering up her naughty bits)
Happy now?
* All Supermodels must wear capes.
** Yep, I forgot the correct name and now that I remember I'm covering up the nit.
It's... black... and the skin... and the bars... and the... the... *drool*
The blueshirt smiles happily after hearing Rikard's reply.
Activating the Vanilla Ice clone army, sir.
He presses a few buttons on one of the consoles.
They should be unleashed any moment now.....
Deep in the bowels of deck 13, in an area sealed off from the rest of the deck, several dozen cryostasis pods open, each one releasing a clone of Vanilla Ice dressed in outfits that make them sort of look like Whiteshirts (If there is, are or ever will be any such thing). As each clone finishes waking up and recovers from the effects of cryostasis, he grabs a weapon resembling a hand-held microphone. When all the clones have done so, sensors detect this and automatically activate a transporter, beaming the clones where they will do the most good. Namely, close to the Supermodel invaders!
I still think you should have worn the other outfit, Duella.
(She grabs the holograph control and flips a switch and the black bars are replaced with holographic pixelization)
Oh, kawaii! I didn't know that blueshirt's heads could burst into flame!
(A convenient bucket of water is found and Ardluck's head is doused, while Duella grabs the controls back and returns the holograph to black bars)
Jackson enters the nearest room and returns a few minutes later with several pairs of sunglasses, much like what he's wearing. He hands them to the males of the group.
Just a little something we discovered... filters out the seductive eye-powers of the Silliconians.
Alex dons the glasses and hefts his Slayanator.
Be vewy, vewy, quiet. I'm hunting supermodels.
Thanks very much, Evil!
(Duella snatches away the controls and switches to the slightly more modest black bars)
I thought Enesku wanted to be the 'hot one'? Why do I have to wear this outfit.
Ardluck: (shaking his head after being doused with water) The Universal Law of Irony. As you least wanted to do this it was only natural that you would be put in the most embarrassing situation.
Why am I wet and... *sniff* *sniff* does anyone else smell smoke?
(Jackson hands out the sunglasses and says his lines)
Well, that'll protect the men from about a third of the Supermodels, but what about the Anorexians & Airheadians' seductive powers. According to the sensors there's about a third each of them, plus some individual members of other species.
(on another deck)
Does it seem like the numbers of Supermodels are increasing?
Redshirt Anya: Yes! They seem to be breeding... like bunnies! Big, floppy, eeeeeeeeeeeeeevil bunnies!
(and at just that moment a Supermodel dressed like a Playboy Bunny comes around the corner)
Redshirt Anya: AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaa.... *CRASH* (Anya runs away through a wall)
Bun-Nee: Nahhhhhh, what's up, doll?
ZAP!!! (Carol stuns the Supermodel)
Not you anymore.
Why can't we ever be invaded by Chippendale Dancers. Then maybe the guys would have to prance around in skimpy outfits.
(at that moment a Chippendale chair & two chipmunks waltz past the group)
(smirk) If they're breeding, perhaps we're too late to save some of the male crewmembers.
I suggest we split up and try to take different parts of the ship.
Who said anything about breeding, Enesku?
Redshirt Anya did.
Breeding Enesku? Like one isn't dangerous enough. And now she's hearing people who aren't even around. (hums Twilight Zone theme when a signpost up ahead kills him)
Sayyyyyy, that's an idea! Why don't the guys dress in skimpy outfits to distract the supermodels! They could wear tight clothing, or thongs, or just towels wrapped around their waists... *drool*
(Eve gets doused with another convenient bucket of cold water)
Thanks. I needed that.
You know, you may be on to something. Ardluck, are you willing to test this idea?
I've been assured that the glasses work for the other species, too.
As for your idea, Eve...
Jackson touches a button on his gauntlet, and his clothes shimmer and disappear, revealing a body any male dancer would envy.
Something like this? I happen to have several portable holo-generators that the other gentlemen here could wear... that should distract our friends.
=/\=Wayne Reid to whoever's running things now. Come on.=/\=
Wayne gets an answer, but they ask why he hasn't been affected by the Supermodels.
=/\=I picked up a case of Irubian Pinkeye and the infection hasn't cleared up, so I still can't see. So their powers have no effect. (pauses) I've been doing some research, with the computer's help, of course, and I think I've found something that you can use against the invaders....Apparently, if the information is correct, there's a particular ancient....from the 1990's....song from Earth that *might* have some adverse effect on them if they hear it. Wait a second, and I'll find the song and play it....=/\=
Several seconds later, music comes over the audio system, and a little bit later, there is a voice.
I like big butts and I cannot lie....
What?
Prance around nearly naked in the hope of attracting a bunch of gorgeous... women... who... um...
Okay, I'm in!
Realizes that with a few items of clothing less, he might cease to be a redshirt...
Rips off all his overwear to reveal a pair of briefs patterned with the New Zealand flag and starts dancing to the music that some helpful person has just begun to play over the system.
"You can do side-bends or situps, but please don't lose that butt! Come on, girls! You know you can't resist ME! Yeah, baby, yeah!"
Okay, are we ready then?
Scantily-clad women try to get the captured men from the Supermodels & the scantily-clad men, wearing protective sunglasses, try to distract the Supermodels holding them captive.
Okay, this mission is definitely not going into my next letter home to mom & dad.
Eve, stop trying to stick credits in Commander Rikard's G-string.
Aaaaaaaw....
Spoilsport.
At the very edge of the Shannon sector, the nondescript ship ESS Ranch is ooching to a halt.
"Look, honey, I'm sorry, but the sector is under quarantine. We can't go in there."
"My daughter is in there!!!!"
"Well so are a lot of O'Kak footprints, according to my sensors, and some serious subspace disturbances, not to mention, oh let's see, it looks like a Furby fighter or two, and could it be that cosmic trouble magnet known as a Spidermobile? And that's besides this raiding ship you're after. Believe me, you're going to be singing lullabies to St. Peter if you don't sit down and wait for the clear signal."
"O'Kakians??? Furbies?!?! She's in terrible danger! She could be killed, or worse!"
"Oh, yes, of course, could be killed, yes indeedy, this assumes still-living to begin with..."
sound of a struggle
"Take it back! Take it back!"
another voice
"Libby! Knock it off! Both of you pull yourselves together!"
struggle abruptly ceases, followed by sullen silence
"Did you say Spidership?"
(Meanwhile, on the aformentioned Spidership, Crewman Knox is being seduced by one of the supermodels, who caresses both sides of his face with her hands)
"Come with me, baby... you cannot resist..." (she croons)
I think not! It's me you cannot resist...
(Knox inhales the scent of Enesku's powerful pheremones, and turns his head to see where they came from. He catches sight of the bikini-clad, seductively beckoning Enesku, and gradually slips out of the supermodel's grip. Ardluck takes this as his signal to enter the scene and play his part, as Enesku starts to caress the smitten Crewman Knox in a similar fashion...)
Butrfli begins chanting, and she begins to change. The wings disappear, and she also becomes scantliy clad. Her physical appearence doesn't change, but it becomes...enhanced somehow, as if the spell is making her even more attractive. Her staff changes into a blaster pistol, and she is ready to party.
Think I could make it as a Silliconian or related species?
The various males in the group fail to answer, as they're all staring at her and saying "Hello Nurse"! A door pops open, Dot Warner appears, slaps the guys silly, and enters the door. Before she leaves, she looks at the camera and says "Boys, go fig."
A sensor light on the Bridge beeps dutifully as the ESS Ranch slinks into range, pauses for a moment, then turns its tail and speeds off as fast as it can go. The bridge crew, however, have more important things to worry about, like the battle damage that allows Supermodels and anyone else to transport onto the Spidership whenever they feel like it.
But as the ESS Ranch does so, it recieves a transmission from another ship... which seems to be heading into the Shannon Sector!
"This is Captain Laserman of the T.R.A.S.H. I advise you to leave this sector of space, or you will be in great danger."
Over the comm...
This is Captain Lately of the humble transport ship Ranch. We're just leaving! Not my fault! They talked me into it! I didn't do anything! Leaving now! Thank you bye!
The Ranch leaves the Shannon sector and warps off into safe space.
One of the more unique regions of the universe is Safe Space. A region where safes appear out of nowhere and, occasionally, pummel vessels, or people, traveling through it. It also contains several safe-shaped planets that many believe contain rare & valuable materials. However because of the danger few ships are willing to risk flying to those planets to find out. Most seasoned space travellers agree that, for all it's dangers, Safe Space is safer than Anvil Space.
I'm angry and I'm naked and I'll deal with those Supermodels.
Rawwwr!
"EEEEEEEeeeeeeeeek! It's a troll!"
"Run away!"
"Help!"
(Duella is leading 3 guys away from a Supermodel)
Come along boys, my room's right over here. (she thinks) Where I will stun you unconscious for your own good.
Duella?!?
Carol! (Duella involuntarily tries to cover herself up)
Well, this is reverse of that time when I was 19. (she glances at the 3 men) But I only had my boyfriend in my room.
(Duella blushes as red as her hair) This isn't what it looks like!
(the raven-haired Carol says with a smile) That's exactly what I said.
This is a job!
Nice work if you can get it. Not sure mom & dad will approve though.
You don't understand...
Well, I'm off to fight the invaders. Business before pleasure, you know. (winks & quickly goes around the corner)
AAAAAAAAAAAaaaargh!!! (Duella pulls out her phaser and stuns the 3 men then races after her sister) Come back here so I can explain!
Two cloaked intruders peer cautiously around a corner.
"Remind me again why we're here?"
an aggravated sigh
"Because, Libby, mothers who charge into the villain's territory screeching, 'Give me my child, you heartless monster!' tend to be eaten by wolves while the hero gasps in horror. Also, this place is much easier to get into than the Modelizer."
"And what are we supposed to accomplish now that we're here?"
"We help the Leaguers defeat the Supermodels on their territory, then use this ship's advanced technology to search the modelship for Freeda and beam her to safety."
"But how can we locate one person on a whole ship without transponders or anything?"
"Please, Libby. This is the Spidership. It is the technology budget for the Department of Superheroics."
The computer has heared the cloaked intruders, and on the bridge, an alarm sounds.
A giant yellow ball with a 1970's happy face(tm) on it starts bouncing through the ship.
Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!
Apparently, though, the computer has been damaged by the fights with the O'kaks and the Supermodels, because it then continues...
CHICKEN! Fight like a robot!
Just then, activated by someone on the ship, the transporter circuits begin automatically beaming supermodels to a tank on Deck 11 filled with Oil of Ole' guacamole body creme, where the models' brain functions shut down and they collapse into a moisturizing coma.
"All decks, this is the Captain. Take out as many intruders as you can, we'll do the rest!"
"Oh no! We've been spotted!"
"Not US, Libby, THEM!"
"Supermodels! They're trying to raid this ship!"
"Have you been listening to a word I'm saying?"
"Let's get 'em!"
One of the newcomers casts back her green cloak to reveal a dazzling green crown and one of those impractical-looking togas that always looks like it's going to fall off.
"Hail, O Women Oppressed in Body and Spirit! Lady Liberty has come to set you free! Emancipate yourselves! Cast off these chains of paint and pomp! Behold, I lift my torch, and you are free!"
Two supermodels break down sobbing.
"It's true! It's true! I've never been allowed to be my true self! Why is it only my outside that matters?"
"Why is it so wrong to eat a real meal? Why, I ask you? Why?"
"I'm going to learn to read!"
"I'm going to eat a steak!"
The models run off cheering, "Freedom, Liberty, and Enfranchisement!" That leaves only four more bearing down on the two cloaked women.
"Libby?"
"Yes?"
"That trick only works on the ones who want to be liberated!"
As Butrfli leads Jackson and Alex down the hallway, seemingly her prisoners, they encounter the cloaked women.
Jackson: Hey, who are you two?
meanwhile, to add to the confusion, two more ships jump out of warp near the Spidership. One of them is slightly phallic shaped, and bears the name F. Monty. The other one seems to be styled in the lastest fashion and has the name Calvin Hillfigure emblasioned on its hull. A Yellowshirt at sensors sees this.
Sir, the Monty comes from the Beefkakian race, a group of MALE models, and the Hillfigure is from the planet Verchichi, which is the home to most of the major fashion designers in the galaxy. The Hillfigure is here to recrute the supermodels, and the F. Monty is here to add eye candy for the females.
(And then, in Enesku and Ardluck's vincinity, a hail of clashing spurts of paint fills the air, drenching all and sundry in hues of green and orange. Morgan steps out from his place of concealment, a little puzzled as to why the expected shrill screams aren't coming from his target.)
Lady Libby's companion, a shorter figure in a black cloak, raises her hands, incantation-style.
"Stand back. This stuff is very very dangerous!"
The black-cloaked woman lets fly a blast from her fingertips, creating a small spherical realityfield, which she backhands at the four supermodels who are left. The two Siliconians immediately topple over and are unable to lift themselves off the ground, due to being top-heavy and having teensy-weensy feet. The Anorexian dies of starvation and the Airheadian's head implodes due to its low internal pressure.
"They fight fight dirty, I fight dirty." The woman snaps her fingers, and the field dissipates. Just at this moment, Butrfli and the two Tacomen make their appearance.
"Hey, who are you two?"
"Look! Over there! Another supermodel with two helpless prisoners in her thrall! Fear not, oppressed souls! I, Lady Liberty, shall restore you your freedom!"
"Um, Libby?"
"Yes?"
"As much as it pains me to say it, that one's not a supermodel. Not a real one, anyway."
"But look at her! That unrealistic body! That skimpy outfit! Those two men slavishly following her every move!"
"You haven't worked with many other superheroes, have you, Libby?"
Suddenly a mysterious pinstripe-suited man wearing a black mask appears from behind the scenes
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! There she is! Lovely Lady Liberty, it's time we blew her up, isn't it?? It's the only way we can pull in our Target Opening Weekend figures for Summer 2003!
For I am EMoClEx, the Evil Movie Cliche Executive! And I will not rest until my films are popular! (Both critically and commercially.)
Excuse me, please: (picks up portable phone) Hello? Hey, I am TRYING to concoct an evil money-making plan here! Quit interrupting me! ... What? ... Uh-hmm... What did you say?.... Only two stars? TWO STARS???! Have that reviewer return to my office NOW, in chains if you have to! (furiously puts phone away) Now, where was I? Oh yes. See you at Oscar Night! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
And in the blink of an eye, he's gone.
Shrugs off a mysterious and fleeting sense of doom as she shakes off her heavy cowl to reveal a familiar freckled face.
"Tacoman! Nice thong. I see the dress code has... changed... since I was here last."
The Evil Executive talks into his speakerphone.
Angie? Get me EMoClEx over at JARSO Pictures!
EMoClEx? EE here! How's it going?... Yeah, same here.... How's that movie going?.... What?.... Nope, haven't heard from Mom & Dad... No,... not here... I've got a gimmick for ratings.... What? A movie critic? You lucky dog... I can only torture the writers here...
You too... Have your people call me people, we'll do the lunch thing. Ciao!
Delgado wakes up after being knocked out for, oh, about the billionth time since the beginning of this particular storyline. The part of the ship he's in seems to be deserted; not a soul is around and there is no sounds of battle or rampaging supermodels in the distance. He looks around him and finds that all his equipment seems to be in order.
"Computer," he says weakly, "where am I?"
He gets no response.
"Well, at least they fixed that laugh track problem."
He wanders down the hall looking for help, or more ideally, Sickbay.
Ha ha ha! Ho ho ho!
Butrfli, Alex, and Jackson, all together: Frangelica?
Jackson: Welcome home, old friend. What brings you here, besides the chance to see me this way?
Alex: And me, too. Winking and giving a michievious smile
Butrfli just looks over at the two Duprees, then at Frangelica, and shakes her head.
Boys, what can you do?
Canned Laughter: ha ha ha ha
In response to Butrfli's last remark...
DUCK!!!
Butrfli get knocked off here feet by a gaggle of supermodels all straining to get their hands on the two scantily-clad Tacomen. Fortunately, (or unfortunately if you're Alex Dupree and still single) the transporters kick in and relocate said drooling assailants to the moisturizing bay.
You okay, Butrfli? Some of those stiletto heels can really draw blood.
Libby, this is Butrfli, Tacoman, and... Other-Tacoman. Fellas, this is Libby. She's hunting the Supermodels who kidnapped and assimilated her daughter after she won the Beautiful Baby contest of the Free World. And, since I'm on Abduction Duty this week, I'm helping out. Didn't expect to end up here, but hey, it's great to be back!
Jackson: In any case, it's a pleasure to have you back. Our little group of liberators is around the corner, and I'm sure they'll be happy to see you.
Jackson pulls out a communicator from...somewhere... and speaks into it.
Jackson to Josh, we have more people joining our group, including an old friend...
I think we can get the two of you up to the Bridge with relative ease...
The console being tapped noisily by armored fingers beeps around every five seconds, as intruders are scanned, positively identified, locked onto by the transporter circuits, then beamed to the holding tank. The pattern of beeps changes just a bit, as the computer's massively powerful processors, acting through the internal sensors, picks up two new intruders but is unable to identify them as Siliconians (or the like).
The armored fingers tap several times, onto glowing LCARS controls labelled 'DISPLAY LATEST READINGS', 'UNIDENTSIG 01' and 'UNIDENTSIG 02', and then finally 'DISPLAY COMPLETE'. Two figures appear on the screen. One is unfamiliar, the other is...
"She's back!"
(then the computer display shows a different angle)
"She's front!"
Canned laughter: Ha ha... Okay, that's just too much, I quit.
(a tiny door on the speaker opens and a computer glitch exits, catches a tiny little cab and leaves)
Two viewers are watching the tv, when one of them yawns, then looks at the other one and speaks.
Viewer #1: What do this story and those 1-800 phone commercials with Carrot Top have in common?
Viewer #2: Uh, they've both gotten old?
Viewer #1: Exactly.
He reaches for the remote and turns the tv off.
(one of the surviving pilots contacts The Funky Horror on a secure line using 64th century communication equipment & scramblers)
Pilot: Sir, shouldn't we attack the Spidermobile while they are distracted by the Supermodels?
Now, now. Why waste our resources when someone else is willing to do it for us. Besides the longer they fight the Supermodels the more of their resources they waste. This also gives some of our other forces time to effect repairs so we can be ready for the other ships approaching. They're only about five minutes away from the Spidermobile as it is.
(PD Insane darts round a corner, having pressed his back against walls all around the ship. He raises a stupidly large rifle (set to stun, of course) and...)
Think you're so stunning, do you?? Well, I'll show you stunning!!!!!
(...realises it's Frangelica he's just threatened!)
Captain!
(He salutes, dropping the stupidly large (and heavy!) rifle on his foot. He then starts hopping about like mad)
Ha ha ha ha!
dances through the corridors shakin' his thang
"I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it huuuuuuuuuurrrrtttttttssss!"
Notices the unpleasant echo of his voice in the totally EMPTY deck
"Uhh... I'm a model, yaknowwhatamean, and I do my little.. turn... on the... catwalk?"
Catwalk-atwalk-walk-walk...
"Uhhh... supermodels? Here I am, all hot and single! Ladies? Anyone? Guys? Hello?"
Trying not to laugh
I'm stunned to be back... does that count? Good to see you, Peter.
How's the situation? Supermodels all tastefully relocated?
I don't know if it really hurts that Hapful Redshirt, but it sure hurt me!
Meanwhile, somewhere on another planet, a group of scientists prepare for a daring plan:
They plan to send an army of super-soldiers armed with protective goggles back in time 500 years to invade the Supermodels' homeworlds and destroy them using Neutronium bombs!
It failed, of course. Not because of all the various time travel organizations who have a vested interest in seeing that the time stream isn't mucked about with, but because such an action would cause a recurring time loop. If the scheme succeeded then there would be no reason to create such a plan, so no one would go back in time to destroy the Supermodels' homeworlds so the Supermodels would exist, becoming a threat causing scientists to hatch this mad sceme, etc., etc., and since it would cause the universe such a headache like you couldn't believe it wouldn't allow the plan to succeed in the first place.
Actually, they thought of that in the original plan, thanks to a carefully-preserved Memo to whoever was still around in 500 years time to recreate the exact experiemnt.
"There is no parking in the Red Zone."
Jackson: I'm going to take Frangelica and Libby up to the Bridge. Think you two can handle things?
Butrfli: Don't worry, Jackson. Things will be fine.
After a few firefights, Jackson takes the ladies up to the bridge.
Steve, I think you remember our former esteemed leader, right? Her friend needs to locate her daughter, who is either on the supermodels' ship, or is here.
Jackson glances at the sensors and the viewscreen.
Have those two ships done anything threatening yet? Also, there seems to be another board rapidly headed this way...
Actually I don't allow time to be changed, except for those short-term time changes that the heroes must correct back to the original timeline. Any other apparent time changes are usually based on inaccurate knowledge, illusion or delusion.
:-p
(Mika, the Supermodel who had been changed into a guy after being hit with a psuedomorph rifle, finally gets out of the room that Alex had locked him in and goes off trying to find him. Wandering the halls he finally comes to the bridge, goes in, sees Lady Liberty, his jaw drops and he exclaims,)
Mom?!?
On Deck 7
Bonk, bonk on the head!
The Supermodel drops to the deck unconscious. Eve pulls out a tricorder. (From where we have no idea.)
Hey! I think that was the last Supermodel. The others are either captured, unconscious, dead, or... transformed into something harmless.
Oh, kawaii!!! Do I get a prize?
"Victory! We have victory!"
Brave, brave, brave Shadow Senshi,
Brave, brave, brave Shadow Senshi,
When danger reared its ugly nose,
She bravely took off all her clothes,
She smote the models to the sod,
While showing off her gorgeous bod,
Brave brave brave brave brave Shadow Senshi!
"I'm afraid I have some bad news sir," a Redshirt says. "I don't know how it happened, but Grant Lopez and Brad Plevyak are missing." He then promptly drops dead for no good reason.
Claps her hand to her mouth in horror upon being addressed by Mika
"Freeda?????? Oh, we're too late! They've already accelerated your growth and made you into a grotesque caricature of humanoid development. Why does this always happen to superhero children? WHY, Lord, WHY?"
Frangelica moved to comfort her, but Libby continues to rant.
"Thirty-six hours! Thirty-six hours since you disappeared! And in that time you've been raised by perfect strangers and undoubtedly hate me for not coming to rescue you sooner! My beautiful little baby is now a brooding teenager saddled with emotional baggage! Ohhhhhhhh, woe is me!"
Still trying to comfort Libby, Frangelica turns to Mika with a somewhat puzzled expression.
"I know these Supermodels have advanced assimilation techniques, but... weren't you a girl the last time I saw you?"
You want a prize? Um, I don't know. We could have Ardluck do a Chippendales dance for you.
With that, Rikard pulls out a small device and hits a button. His uniform is beamed over his Chippendales outfit and he is once again fully clothed.
Right Ardluck?
I'm surprised no one has mentioned it yet.
Mentioned what?
The 47.
What 47?
This is LICC 4, episode VII.
Oh, THAT 47. They were probably waiting till this board got up to 147k.
When's that?
In around 2 or 3 posts.
Jackson once again glances at the sensors.
It looks like we've rounded up, outright killed, or some other thing to the Supermodels onboard. We're receiving a hail from the Calvin Hillfigure. It seems that they will confiscate the Modelizer and take our prisoners into their custody... Something about a recent invasion and takeover of the Silliconian system...
Delgado manages to make his way through the ship to Sickbay. The doors open and he immediately spies the HoloDoc.
"Are the models gone?"
"Well, we've been given the all-clear, so I assume so."
"Good." Delgado falls face-first onto a bed. "Wake me when the next board gets here."