The Starcrushers were flying across the galaxy at the time, in search of the ultimate guitar solo, when a call came in. Their leader, Commander Forthwith, answered it.
"Yes?" he asked. "Hmmm… I see… You say you want us there immediately? Yes, I think we can arrange that. Goodbye." And he hung up the phone.
"Who was that, Commander?" asked Ninety-Four.
"That was someone speaking for The Queen Goddess." Forthwith said, "He says she wants us to come speak to her immediately. Round everyone up for roll call and we'll get moving."
The 100 members of the Starcrushers (not including Commander Forthwith) stood in attention to be roll called.
"Eighty-Four?" Commander Forthwith called.
"Here, Commander."
"Eighty-Five?" Commander Forthwith called.
"Here, Commander."
"Eighty-Six?" Commander Forthwith called. But nobody answered. "Eighty-Six?" Commander Forthwith tried again, but still no answer.
"Where is Eighty-Six?" asked Commander Forthwith.
"Last I saw him, sir," said Twenty-Two, stepping forward, "he asked to be dropped off in Paris for business."
"What kind of business?" asked Forthwith.
Meanwhile, in a dusty old apartment above a pub in Paris, France, two people were shagging in a rickety old cast-iron bed.
"Oh, Eighty-Six!" the women said in a thick French accent, "You bring me—oh ma lombes!"
Just then, Eighty-Six's phone beeped indicating he had received a text.
"Are you serious!?" Eighty-Six asked, frustrated by the text's timing. He reached to the dusty old side table for his BlackBerry.
"What is it, Eighty-Six?" the girl asked.
"It's from my boss…" he said. "Says 'I understand U R in Paris on business. R U finished yet?' I'd have been finished if you'd have sent the damn text just a few minutes later…" Eighty-Six grumbled to himself.
"Sorry, Monique," said Eighty-Six, "I have to return to my employers."
"Oh please, Eighty-Six!" Monique begged, "Do not leave me here in zees city to walk zeez streets in zee red dress again…"
"Well… okay," said Eighty-Six, "I will hide you in the ship's cargo hold. Just do not disturb Haile Selassie—we keep him down there as our pet."
A few hours later, the Starcrushers' ship landed in Paris and Eighty-Six loaded a large steamer trunk into the ship's cargo hold.
"What is all that?" asked Forty-Seven.
"Souvenirs." Eighty-Six lied. Forty-Seven shrugged and walked off.
"So what are we doing, Commander?" Eighty-Six asked Commander Forthwith.
"We have been called on a mission to speak with the Queen Goddess." he said.
"What for?" asked Eighty-Six.
"I do not presently know, Eighty-Six. Please take your station as we take off." said Commander Forthwith.
And the ship lifted off from Paris bound for the fourth dimension where they were scheduled to meet with the Queen Goddess.