Chapter 4
The plot
"Where are we?"
"Good question."
Sylvia wasn't a morning Zbornak. Nor was she one for being tied up in chains. She also was just in the middle of the desert dying of thirst before mysteriously falling asleep. So naturally, she wasn't expecting wasn't expecting to wake up in a weird laboratory with blinky lights and spinny things.
Probably Lord Hater had tracked them down and used some sort of sleep beam or some other frazzmatazz like that.
Then again, it didn't look much like Hater's ship. The color scheme was too white.
"Gee, Sylvia. I don't think this place is all too friendly."
The door opened.
"And you'd be right."