Karen bingo time : play along. And please have a nice day.

Time: during WW4

"You're almost as bad as Enterprise." Vestal grumbled at me as I put my hat on.

"Yup, she asked me to keep you company." I told her with a sly smile.

Vestal Groaned " Listen! You're in dry dock for the next month please try to relax, No fighting!"

"Eat well, sleep well, play well – these are my goals~" I told her with a smile.

" Oh … good. That will be $700,000" Vestal Joked.

"HAHAHAHAHA good one vestal."

Indianapolis voice came from one of my pockets " beep. Hornet please come in! Beep"

I pulled my radio out of my pocket "Beep. Got you Indi .beep"

"Beep. It's Queen Elizabeth she's Asking to see you! Were in the throne room! please hurry! Beep" Indianapolis pleaded into the radio with fear and desperation.

" Got to go! Put it on my tab" I said to vestal as I hobbled out of the hospital.

I was approaching the doors of the throne room when an expensive grandfather clock flew out and lodged itself into the wall. This meant that someone, most certainly Queen Elizabeth, was wearing their rigging. Which meant that I now had to face an angry battleship without any of my own.

" Nobody said a military life was uneventful."

I turn the corner to see a funny/terrifying sight. Queen Elizabeth was in the middle of the room. Smoke was spewing from her smokestacks so much that the roof was in perceptible. Her hair was disheveled and She was pointing a finger at Indianapolis screaming " I want her head!".

Warspite was standing next to the throne. A look of complete shock on her face and worry on her face. Bel-chan was to my right. Belchan was hiding behind a chair quietly sobbing in fear. To my front was Indianapolis who was on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Next to her was Sheffield who was standing there with her usual emotionalness.

" Where the sheriff! Where is the sheriff!" Elizabeth demanded from Indianapolis not having noticed me yet.

" I'm here, what seems to be the problem." I asked confused.

Queen Elizabeth ran up to me. pulled her cell phone out of her pocket ,and shoved it into my face.

"I'm pretty sure 4Chan was made by a dude." I told her . Elizabeth then pulled the phone back and looked at the screen. She then began tapping away at it furiously. After that shoved it into my face again.

It was opened onto some internet website literature site.

The Queens Prisoner by hugeSeaM0nster24

Omnitter slowly opened her eyes with a long grown. The first thing omitter noticed is that she was in a very robust , and rough set of stocks made of dark strong wood and black iron. The next thing she noticed was that she was completely naked. The cold air sucking the warmth from her skin. Ommiter tried to break the stock with her super strength. Her clawed feet scratching the ground and throwing sparks. The stocks shook , rattled ,and bounced on the ground but held firm.

Omitter scanned the room. It had a concrete floor and wall with dim hanging light. The door was a heavy red metal primitive thing. It was clearly been recently repainted. On the floor was a carpet covered in an Intricate pattern of red hearts. The other furniture in the room was a red heart shaped bed covered in straps and a trolley cart.

Hung on the walls were whips, knifes ,chains ,and sex toys every verity.

The door opened and Queen Elizabeth entered the room flanked by the Duke of York.

" Tell me uh… pathetic insect do you think uh …*gulp* to extract my secrets through the butcher knifes. I will never betray the creator! Bring it fuckers!" Ommiter screamed even while she shivered and sweat in fear , unable to meet her captors eyes. She was trying to convince herself as much as the two shipgirls in front of her.

Duke of York grabbed an Electro-Whip off the wall. It had eight black lashes and a black oval handle" No my little abomination. Thine queen's honor demands that the prisoners of war be treated with chivalry. We have come to treat you to the fruits of Algea. Not her sword. handmaiden of Persephone." Duke of York explained with endless hunger in her eyes. She then pressed a button on the Electro-whip. Causing it to crackle to life.

"Algae…? Persephone…? Who! What!" Ommiter stammered in all consuming confusion at her captures superior wordsmithing.

Queen Elizabeth swagged forward grabbed Ommiter by one of her horns. Slammed her head against the back of the stocks with a loud thunk. Then bestowed upon her a long deep French kiss.

With a voice of incalculable dignity and authority only her majesty could achieve. " We take very good care of our prisoner."

I had to stop reading. The disgust was unbearable along with something else that I didn't want to contemplate.

"We got a problem." I told Queen Elizabeth while she fixed her hair.

"Indeed information on Ommiter has not been declassified and due to her inhospitable location it's highly unlikely any civilian has ever seen her. This means that someone is posting classified information online. While this trash doesn't contain anything dangerous standards must be upheld. Also how dare this idiot even imply that I would ever be interested in this red room nonsense! With a siren no less. I demand you find her! Arrest her, and execute her!" Queen Elizabeth screeched.

"Alright fine I will arrest whoever wrote this."I yelled at Elizabeth to get her to shut up.

" Harumph. Good. Snap , Sheffield!"

Sheffield stepped forward and curtsied. " Your majesty"

" Aid the sheriff in her mission to find this loose lipped slag!" Elizabeth commanded.

" yes your majesty." Sheffield responded. Her Aid was likely to include a shell to the head if me or indianapolis also proved to have loose lips.

Queen Elizabeth summoned her rigging scepter and pointed it at me. It was an inch from my face.

" Go forth my subject and capture this vagabond in my name." Elizabeth ordered me.

" I'm not your subject. Pretty sure there was a war about that. " I told her.

" Once a colony always a colony, yank." Elizabeth told me.