"Who is this girl, and what is she doing in The Mighty Monarch's flying cocoon?" The Monarch pointed to the girl in question, yelling at no one in particular.
"Relax, honey. She's my niece. I told my sister we would look after her while she was in prison." The husky voice of Dr. Girlfriend replied to the melodramatic behavior of her lover.
The Monarch paused for a moment; glaring at the wall.
"Fine! Whatever! TWENTY ONE! Show this girl to-" "Fine. Don't even bother asking her name or anything." Dr. Girlfriend interrupted his order to the bulky henchman. The Monarch let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine! Just—just tell me already so we can get this over with!"
"Go on, honey. Introduce yourself." prompted her teenage niece. The girl looked around at the cocoon, taking in the oddity of grown men in butterfly costumes. Finally, with a nudge from her aunt, she replied with her name. "Oh…. Sorry! My…My name is Sharon Parkinson. I….uh….I am seventeen years old…" Dr. Girlfriend made an odd sort of hand gesture towards Sharon; as if reminding her to add something. "Oh, right! Of course! At the suggestion of Aunt Sheila, I have been advised to inform any of you who may hold unsavory thoughts that I am a certified black belt in multiple martial arts; and have held the regional championships in such well-known styles as Tae Kwon Do, Karate, and certain styles of Kung Fu. Among the lesser known styles, I hold national championships in Bokator, Savate, Kampfringen, and Krav Maga."
Sharon kept a straight face; paying no attention to the men of the Cocoon gaping at her.
She was surely no taller than Five foot six; and certainly couldn't weigh anymore than one-hundred and twenty-five pounds.
One would think the henchmen would be accustomed to such unusual characters, but could not fathom the possibilities of this light-weight girl being so heavily trained. Dr. Girlfriend stood there smiling, nodding her head in approval. This knowledge would guarantee none of the henchman messed with Sharon during her indefinitely long stay.
Of course, not all of it was true, but the henchmen were willing to swallow just about anything.
"Great! We've established we now have a female Brock! Can we get on with this?" The Monarch snapped. Hearing no reply, he continued with the order he had started giving earlier. "TWENTY ONE! Escort Sharon to the one of the unused guest bedrooms!"