Bob opened the door to where General Lemonlime would have been in, except, he was not the one sitting in a large chair.
"Sending codes to General Lemonlime..." a familiar voice said.
It was none other than Sana, organizing various things on a hologram and sending them out to other people. Bob gasped loudly, for he could not believe his eyes at what he was seeing—it was merely impossible.
"SANA?!" Bob exclaimed. "YOU'RE BEHIND ALL THIS?!"
"I always have been, Bob." She smirked. "While you were off on your dumb little missions, I was Lemonlime's employee of the month, carrying out all his executive orders! This was all but a ruse, pretending to be the girl of some stupid SMUGGLER!!"
"But...why?" Bob asked.
"I'm not in love with you." She said. "I never have been. My true boyfriend is Lemonlime!"
"BLEH! GROSS!!" Bob exclaimed at the very thought of Lemonlime being with Sana. "EEW! GIRL, YOU NAAASTY!"
"Too bad, Solo..." General Lemonlime said from afar. "Now, you must die a slow and painful death..."