Pumpkin!

Alpha Prime stomped back into the Impero Intergalactica Grand Imperial Mothership Business Center. Her Five Confederates of Evil quickly straightened up in their chairs (in Baby Tarto’s case, in his crib). Lotar, King Of The Insect World, timidly held his Phone out to her in his spikes.

As Alpha Prime looked down at the Phone In her Hand, Bluetoothed as it was into the Intergalactic Slave Empire Grand Imperial Mothership Business Center’s Mechanical Television, she experienced a rush of pure horror.

All Five Confederates Of Evil were listening via the Mechanical Television’s speaker. Five disloyal sycophants hung on her every word and gesture with jealousy and bad intent.

Like a Bird freed from her cage, she Prayed silently as she picked up the receiver.

Alpha PRIME

(please don't embarrass me.)
(please don't embarrass me.)
(please don't embarrass me.)

LIL BOOCHIE:

Pumpkin! How's Daddy's Pretty Princess?

Next: “Velandia Will Be Mine!”