Continued from Still Twitching
Which followed on from It's That Time of Year...
Which was itself continued, sort of, from In Space, No One Can Hear You Peep
After everyone had recovered from The Very Mistress's dramatic debut - and downed copious amounts of alcohol - they staggered from the veranda to the courtyard.
"Well?" The Very Mistress asked, gazing upon the spacious and quite empty area. "Where is it?"
"Ummm... Someone" LẌ said giving Mago the side-eye, "switched on the cloaking device, and now we can't find the button to turn it off, so you'll have to make do with these design sketches instead."
The Very Mistress snatched the papers from LẌ.
"What is this? What is it?" she asked.
"You've got it upside down" IDV pointed out.
"Flaming uterus class?" Her face reddening in rage, The Very Mistress 'asked' again: "Flaming Uterus class?!?" Thunder clouds began to gather overhead.
|Her Very Mistress's Starship Infomaniac (Flaming Uterus-class)|