Dearest Diary,
I plunder! I wonder! I ponder!
It has been six hours since the ill fated dinner with Arachnia. Curses! I was so close to finally consummating our marriage! I was so close to furthering my rule across the cosmos! Of course, in this time of my terrible plight my henchmen are, unsurprisingly, rather useless.
I tried in vein to discuss with Geoffrey what I should do next. But at the time the henchmen who had escorted Arachnia to my lair when they had discovered a panel placed in my lair, was on guard that night due to a shortage of "crewmen". Apparently, the strangely marked man with the even stranger name (I can't quite remember) has captured the attention of my dear Geoffrey. Geoffrey was pelting the odd man with an arsenal of questions.
"When did you get that tattoo Commander Chakoochy?"
"What made you drop your rebel ways Commander Choochootay?"
"Is it hard leading this big 'ol crew Mister Chocolatte?"
"Are you a top Chakabakaboomboom?"
The henchman calmly answered all his questions but to my surprise, as the questions went on the Commander's face slowly started to match the color of his uniform. I was quick to answer the final question.
"Well of course the Commander is on top! He's in charge here! He is a top with the crew but a bottom to the queen! It's the simple nature of hierarchy!" I cried.
To my surprise Geoffrey did not bow and apologize for his tiny brain. The man simply giggled, winked at Chapoopy and whispered "Oh good! I like a man who can be both!".
Chakoochymoya quickly excused himself only to leave Geoffrey watching the man exit while letting out a heavy sigh.
This has been an unproductive night.
You're Welcome,
Chaotica
P.S. What in the world is that man's name? Charo? Chatootsie?