Hello! Thank you so much for reveiwing. I was worried that no one would like this (Or put up with it, at least.). I know the summery is really bad, but the story is good. Well, I think so, anyway.

Right then...On with the show!

Previously…

"This ship ain't what it used to be." Sighed Dylan.

Rommie froze, and turned around from her evil planning to face her captain.

"What?" she asked.

"Oooooooooo," said Beka. Rommie started towards Dylan, looking very menacing despite her short stature.

"What do you mean, Dylan?" she asked slowly.

Dylan gulped, and backed up. "Er, nothing, I-"

"Are you saying that I'm-that I'm-"

"No!" cried Dylan, trying vainly to save himself. Rommie took a deep breath.

"Are you saying that I'm FAT?!?!"

Everyone gasped.

"What?" asked Dylan. "No, no, that's not what I meant, I just meant that the

crew-"

"Oh, so you're saying that I'm not good enough now," said Beka, coming up to stand next to her android friend.

"Good luck," whispered Purple Trance. Beka and Rommie slowly advanced towards the unfortunate Captain, who backed up to the wall.

"Do you think we should help him?" Harper asked Golden Trance, moving away from the in consolable Tyr. Golden Trance shrugged.

"Nah," she said. Suddenly, a telephone rang. Purple Trance picked it up.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Hi," said a voice on the other end. "I'm Joe. I was just wondering, have you heard about his fantastic deal we're offering to ancient High Guard Warships?"

"No," said Purple Trance.

"Well, now you know. You see, we think that all ships should have a good vacuum cleaner-" Trance hung up.

"What was that about?" asked Golden Trance.

"Vacuum cleaners." Replied Purple Trance.

They both nodded mystically.

"Hey guys," Computer screen Andromeda appeared on her screen, abruptly stopping Rommie and Beka from their ultra-slow menacing advance. "As much as I want to see what happens, that weird alien ship is hailing us."

"Is it trying to sell us vacuum cleaners?" asked Purple Trance.

"No," said Andromeda, leaning away from the violet creature.

"Uh, on screen," stuttered Dylan, glad that he hadn't been severely hurt.

Rev Bem appeared on the view screen.

"Hello," he said pleasantly, and then frowned, seeing Tyr. "Tyr, are you…crying?"

"Dylan was mean to me," sniffed Tyr.

"Couldn't this have waited Rev?" asked Beka irritably. "We were just about to beat Dylan up."

"Oh, of course," Rev nodded. "I'll just leave-"

"NO!" shouted Dylan. "I mean, you're the only sane one here!"

"Hey," said Harper defensively. "I haven't actually done anything crazy yet."

"You're dressed as a giant mouse," said Golden Trance.

Harper looked down at himself, to see that he was indeed, dressed as a giant mouse. "Oh," he said, "Never mind then."

"What do you want Rev?" asked Rommie.

"I wanted to tell you about a new, terrifying, ugly, boring, evil, telemarketing enemy." Said Rev.

"Telemarketing?" asked the Trances. They looked at each other, and nodded mystically.

"Would you stop doing that?" asked Harper.

"No," said Golden Trance. Harper rolled his eyes.

Tyr's face lit up. "Can we go shoot them?" he asked, jumping up and down like a kid wanting to go into a candy store. "Please, please?"

"No," Dylan drew himself up to his full height. "No, first, we're going to try to-" he stopped. "Um, excuse me, but I'm about to go into a huge, important speech here. Where's the inspirational music?"

"Oh, sorry," the computer screen andromeda appeared. "Here you go." She blinked, and the special inspirational music reserved for Dylan's speeches began to play. Dylan nodded, and continued.

"First, we will try to reason with them," he looked around at the rest of his crew. They stared back at him.

"That's it?" asked Beka. "That was your big speech?"

"What a waste of inspirational music," Rommie shook her head.

"'Reason with them?'" said Tyr. "Who needs reasoning when you have huge guns!"

"Reasoning is over-rated." Stated Harper.

"I agree with Dylan,"

The rest of the crew looked at each other. "Oh ok, then." They said.

Golden Trance turned to her purple counterpart. "How do you do that?" she asked. Purple Trance smiled.

"Kidneys," she whispered, tapping her head.

Rev Bem sighed. "Ok," he said. "I've had them on hold."

"All this time?" asked Beka.

"Yep," said Rev. "I've been playing, 'It's a small world for' their enjoyment."

"Enjoyment?" Harper said disbelievingly. Rev frowned. Dylan rolled his eyes.

"On screen," he said. Immediately, Rev was replaced by a giant blob of gray goo with eyes and a mouth, but no nose. Noses are sooooo last week.

"Hello," droned the blob in the most boring voice ever heard. "I am Joe, the leader of my people, the Grob."

"Joe?" asked Purple Trance.

"Yes, that is my-where is your Captain?" everyone looked around, to find that Dylan had seemingly disappeared.

"Not again!" said Harper.

"Actually," frowned Rommie. "I don't think this has happened before."

"Wait Guys," Beka pointed behind her. "I found him." She grabbed Dylan by the ear, and dragged him from where he'd been hiding behind her.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" he whined.

"Wimp," said Harper. Beka grabbed him by the ear. "OW! What did I do?"

"Nothing," said Beka. She turned to Dylan. "Now, why were you hiding?"

"'Cause I'm a-scareded." Quaked Dylan.

"'A-scareded?'" repeated Harper.

"Come on!" Beka shook him hard. "You're supposed be some great High Guard Captain!"

"So?" sniffed Dylan. "The blob is scary."

"He's right," said Joe. "I am scary."

"Not really," said Golden Trance.

"Yeah, we've met worse," said Tyr.

"You're just kind of a minor annoyance," said Purple Trance.

"What if I told that I was going to destroy everything in the universe?" asked Joe.

"Well, that wouldn't be very nice," said Tyr, crossing his arms.

Well, that's the end of this chapter. Please Review! Reviews are nice.