Scoria: You had better have enjoyed last chapter, because-
Sal: *runs in holding in a laser* HEHE. I'M GONNA BLAST YOOOOOOOOUUU
Dia: my sentiments exactly.
Scoria was typing commands into her computer, within inches of taking control of the Massive's controls.
The door suddenly blast open, shattering her concentration. She turned around and started yelling obscenities in Irken. "Who interrupted me?" she hissed once her anger had started to fizzle out somewhat.
Her SIR, Jaz, sat there looking at her calmly. "Your laser is ready," she informed her.
"IT IS!" Scoria screamed, and dashed out so fast it sent Jaz spinning across the room.
Jaz sent a look of contempt after her insane Master. "Idiot…"
Meanwhile, in the Lab. . .
Sal stared at the laser she had just created. "Shinyyy…" she whispered.
Scoria burst in and tackled the laser, stroking it. "Hey, does my little lasey-wasey want to destroy some snacky-wackies?"
Dia was watching from the door. "Oi," she face-palmed. "Scori, the teleporter is ready."
"YAY WE'RE GONNA BLOW IT UP!" Sal screamed.
Scoria tilted her head upwards. "Ever notice the ceiling is a star chart?"
"Nothing. I say nothing," Dia muttered.
Dia narrowed her eyes impatiently. "Jaz, get Sal," she ordered as she dragged Scoria into the teleporter by her antennae.
Jaz's eyes turned red as she saluted. "Yes, Dia! I obey," she shouted as she took Sal by the arms and dragged her into the teleporter.
Meanwhile, at the Massive. . .
Purple was stuffing his face with donuts, while Red was staring at him incredulously. "How could you eat at a time like this? We have to stop that defect from stealing our snacks!" he shouted.
Purple paused, looking up at Red. "Have fun with that, I'm enjoying these donuts while I still have them." Purple announced.
Red looked at the device in his claws. "Good point." Red then started stuffing his face with donuts as well, and neither of them noticed the bright flash coming from behind the storage room door.
Meanwhile, in the Storage Room. . .
Scoria seemed to notice they were no longer at her Base, and she stood up. Her insane zipper-toothed grin made Dia and the SIRs struggle not to take a few steps back.
"Time for Ship Problems."
Scoria: Dun worry, action will start next chapter...
Jaz: Hopefully I won't be in it!
Scoria: Don't kid yourself.