Kowalski climbed down into HQ after a long day of smiling and waving. He turned to see Skipper playing with his tablet.

"Uh, Skipper. Why are you using my tablet?'

"I wanted to learn how to use this do-hickey. I've been checking out this internal net thingy."

"You mean the Internet?" After a moment's reflection of what damage the Skipper could do, Kowalski said, "You haven't bought anything, have you?"

"Nooooo. I've been looking at this thing called 'fanfiction'. You know there is 'fanfiction' out there about us?"

Private had been playing with his lunacorns and Rico had been combing Ms. Perky's hair during the conversation. But hearing the new word "fanfiction", they abandoned their things and moved closer.

Kowalski cleared his throat nervously. "Uh...yes. I've seen it."

"You have? There's some strange stuff! Did you know they have fem-Skipper, fem-Kowalski, fem-Private, and fem-Rico?"

"Wha are fem...um...us, Skippah," Private asked, rather confused.

"Us in female form! Now I can understand about Private," ("Whaaaa?") "but I am 100 percent grade-A male penguin. There's no feminine stuff here." He tapped his chest with a flipper.

"But it's alright if I'm feminine," muttered Private.

Skipper ruffled the feathers on Private head, "only because you're just too darned cute, soldier." Turning back to the tablet screen, Skipper asked, "What's 'slash fic'?"

The other three looked at Kowalski, who fidgeted for a few moments. "Rico, cover Private's ears."

"Oh ka'!" Rico slapped his flippers over Private's earhole so hard he almost stunned the younger penguin.

"Well, you see, sir. As in Skipper-slash-Kowalski. Together."

Skipper turned and looked at Kowalski. "You mean 'together' together?"

"Uh...yes, sir."

"Bleaaaa", Rico interjected.

"They do know we're brothers, right?"

"That doesn't seem to matter, sir."