Rule 10. Please delete your galaxynet history at least once a day. Please.

"I call this meeting to order," Pidge imperiously declared, an angry scowl marring her features.

All of the usual inhabitants of the Castle of Lions, as well as Kolivan of the Blade of Marmora, were gathered in one of the Castle's many conference rooms, bullied or coerced or asked by Pidge to gather there. Which, of course, left one question on everyone's minds.

"Yeah, which you still haven't told us the point of," Lance groused.

The glare that Pidge pinned Lance with would have melted steel if it were possible. Lance blinked, but otherwise didn't react as Pidge spoke, still glaring. "You're lucky you're the smallest part of this problem. Anyway, since I basically fell into the role of IT expert for the Castle, it has come to my attention that I need to teach a… lesson." Adjusting her glasses, Pidge clicked a few times on the screen in front of her, prompting a slide to pop up on the far wall. The title, in big, bold block letters, read "WHY YOU SHOULD REGULARLY DELETE YOUR GALAXYNET HISTORY."

As one, everyone in the room winced. In response, one of Pidge's eyebrows twitched.

"Yes, you all know what you've done," she said, very evenly. "And guess what: I have to see it, every time I go into the systems to run a diagnostic!"

A click, and the slide transitioned to another, featuring a goofy picture of Lance and several text boxes listing galaxynet sites. Lance squirmed, though no one looked at him.

"Lance, you're the smallest part of the problem. I'd prefer it if you cleared your history regularly, but beauty product sites and the galaxy's Tinder equivalent are pretty harmless."

Now everyone was looking at Lance, who sank deeper into his seat. "Beauty sites?" Keith asked the question everyone had.

"Not all of us can have perfect skin without even trying, y'know!" Lance snapped.

"Hunk," Pidge continued as Lance went incandescent, a new slide popping up. "Please explain to me why you're browsing the deep web."

Hunk froze as attention shifted from Lance to him. Sweat streamed from his brow. For about a minute, he remained silent, albeit increasingly nervous, before breaking.

"Alright, I'm sorry, I was trying to get my hands on ingredients!"

"You were browsing the deep web for ingredients?" Kolivan repeated, incredulous.

"There are a lot of Earth ingredients that are contraband chemical weapons out here!" Hunk protested.

"Well, be more careful!" Pidge cut in, slamming her palms against the table. "You would not believe how many backdoor viruses I've had to stamp out! And clear your history, please! Some of those sites are just-" She shuddered. "I've seen things…"

Chastised, Hunk nodded. At the same time, Allura reached out, a concerned look on her face.

This was a mistake.

"And speaking of…" Pidge said, flashing glinting glasses at Allura. "Look, if you want to write historical fiction with intensely detailed descriptions of a Wiblum's digestive system, and the effects of said system on Galran anatomy-"

Over on the far side of the table, Keith and Hunk suddenly turned green. Kolivan, meanwhile, cocked an eyebrow at Allura, who had the decency to blush in shame and look away.

"Then be my guest, but don't make me see it. And don't make me see the site you post it on, or I will can't be held responsible for my actions."

"Ah, Pidge?" Shiro hesitantly cut in. "I understand that-"

"I DON'T WANNA HEAR THAT FROM YOU, MR. 'TERABYTE PORN HARD DRIVE'!" Pidge suddenly shouted. Everyone's eyes widened, and Shiro took a hesitant step backward. "AND IT'S NOT EVEN VANILLA STUFF! I CAN LIVE WITH THAT! I DO LIVE WITH THAT, WITH CORAN'S BROWSING!"

Coran gulped, and glanced over to Allura. He immediately regretted that decision, as Allura looked about as disappointed as she could possibly be. Thankfully, Pidge's ongoing tirade was a wonderful distraction.

"NOOOOO, YOU HAVE TO GO FIND THE TOTALLY OUT-THERE SHIT!" Nobody commented on the swear. Under the circumstances, nobody wanted to. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I WANTED TO TAKE STEEL WOOL TO MY OWN FRONTAL CORTEX?! DO YOU!?"

Shiro had nothing to say to that, instead looking down at the table, shame-faced. Panting, and deprived of a response, Pidge visibly reigned herself in and sat down. "Really? Nothing to say?"

"I'm sorry, Pidge," Shiro said. "Though in my defence, all those months in a Galra prison-"

"Shiro, we love ya, man, but please, quit while you're ahead," Lance cut in. That done, his expression shifted to a grin that could only be described as "shit-eating". "Soooo, how's Keithy been naughty?"

Breathing out the last of her anger, Pidge glanced up at the slide show, still on Hunk's slide, and shrugged before turning back to her audience. "Before I do that, Kolivan." The Galra suddenly stood a little straighter. "You're off the hook, personally, but tell your men to clear their histories, too, when they visit. I've learned more about Galra dating habits than I ever want to know."

"I'll make sure the message is received," Kolivan growled.

"Now, as for Keith…" Pidge said, gathering her thoughts. "Those videos are disturbing and I don't know why you watch them."

Keith's reaction was unexpected: he blinked in confusion. "I… don't see what the problem is?"

Pidge narrowed her eyes. "You… don't see the problem… with watching gory, disturbing versions of beloved children's shows generated by bots before being released out into the galactic ether."

"Wait, you mean those aren't actual Peppa Pig videos?" Keith exclaimed, offended. "The algorithms lied to me!"

For a third time, silence fell over the room as everyone stared at one person in particular. Finally, Lance broke the silence.

"Man, I can't even make fun of that."

With an inarticulate scream of rage, Keith dove at Lance, prompting Shiro and Hunk to dive in and break them up. Ignoring the commotion - or not, judging from the twitch in her cheek that had suddenly developed - Pidge cleared her throat.

"Remember, clear your browsing history at least once a day," she reminded everyone. "For the sake of my poor, abused sanity, if nothing else."

Everyone nodded, and then the remaining paladins went back to the scuffle.

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Sigh...

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"Really?"

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Sighing for the fifth time in as many minutes, Prince Lotor closed the window he had been scrolling through, and keyed up the communications in his small base, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Ladies. I believe it is time we discuss safe browsing habits…"