Dark Ace was walking down the hallways of the palace, heading towards the training arena for his afternoon excises. Suddenly, his communicator beeped.
"Aargh," he groaned. "No...not now..." He trudged to Cyclonis' throne room.
The door slid open and Dark Ace walked in. "Yes Master?" he drawled, annoyed.
"Close the door behind you," she mumbled.
He did.
"What?" he asked. "What's the problem?"
"Erm...I need some items from SkyMart."
"Alright."
"No, you don't get it. I need some very...personal items." She coughed uncomfortably. "Deodorant, in particular."
He jumped back a few feet, then groaned again. "Why don't you get Ravess to do it?"
"She needs it too."
"Ew."
He turned to leave. "Wait!" she barked.
He flipped around and looked at her menacingly. "WHAT?!"
She smiled sheepishly. "Make sure to get the Vanilla Sparkle kind."