Part 3
Meanwhile in the distant regions of space… Felix is having virtual cyber-sex with a kill-o-tron robot. But that really has nothing to do with the characters of our story. But it's certainly good for distracting readers from the cliffhangers. "Wait" Said the kill-o-tron robot, "How does this work?".
"What do you mean?" asked Felix.
"Well, I'm a giant kill-o-tron robot, and you are a human, how exactly are we having virtual cyber-sex? How does that work?"
Felix thought about it for a moment, "Well, the idea is…"
Back on earth, Callum was having a breakdown, he was at home, somehow, staring at himself in the mirror "you dirty slut" he thought, he was, of course, wearing a lady-suit.
"Don't worry about that bitch" said Criddle, "We don't need her, we are capable of having intercourse without her, anyway"
Callum wasn't paying attention, we was curled up on the ground sobbing, applying lipstick, bright red lipstick, not too much, bright red lipstick, just a touch.
"SNAP OUT OF IT CALLUM!" Yelled Criddle, Callum looked up, and once Criddle saw his bright red lipstick, he couldn't contain himself "lets have sex" he blurted out, he blurted it out so fast he didn't have time to pick a good euphemism.
Callum gave him a strange look, Criddle collected his words and rephrased, " OH .. Callum .. I would like to boldly go where no man has gone before"
Callum wiped his tears away, "Okay".
Back at the studio, Claire and Slaps (with one p this time) were assessing their current situation. "So, there is something stroking my leg, and it's not me, and it's not you, so who could it be?" the screen that Claire had open to check the texts flickered and two words flashed up on the screen "IT'S ME.".
Claire was confused, "Who?", and she heard the answer to this question through her headphones: "Click. Switch. Watch. SYN"