Dearest Diary,
After spending time with Commander Chalupa, I have convinced the man that I nor my foolish henchmen are of any concern and deserve respectable quarters seeing our dilemma won't be solved in a short amount of time. He agreed. The fool.
The Commander spoke with my queen and she has agreed to allow us quarters as long as we are escorted by a "security team" at all times. Though I do find the "team" to be a bit intrusive I am happy to write to you from a more respectable living arrangement. This also gives me time to re-strategize a plan in peace without having to listen to Lonzak's attempts at italian opera and Geoffery's constant babbling of The Commander's "killer bod".
I will tell you my dear diary that I am conjuring up a plan that will not only ensure my queen and my home but expand my rule farther than I could have ever imagined.
In due time, this Delta Quadrant will bow at my feet and I will be the most powerful ruler to ever have existed!
*note: I would laugh maniacally but my throat has been itchy and it's hard to express my terrifying essence on paper.
You're Welcome,
Chaotica