Pause. No, no, no, the world-saving would wait for a moment. For now – cut. Freeze. Enough. Full stop.
She’d just been assaulted by tentacles.
Sheryl Nome let out an earpiercing shriek, backed by years of impeccable vocal training and the best set of lungs that had ever graced the Galaxy Fleet. She wheeled around the cavernous room, one flawlessly manicured finger pointing accusatorily at everyone and everything in the room. “Who’s in charge here? If you think you can kidnap me, slap me in your goo-wrestling fantasies, and sic a band of make-over tentacles on me, you – you crazy pervert, I’ll ruin you socially, financially, emotionally, eternally–” She took a deep breath, tugging herself up just a little straighter, because no matter where she was and whatever lunatics she was dealing with, she was Sheryl, always and forever and no matter where in the galaxy they’d taken her. “Who the hell do you think you’re dealing with?”
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She’d just been assaulted by tentacles.
Sheryl Nome let out an earpiercing shriek, backed by years of impeccable vocal training and the best set of lungs that had ever graced the Galaxy Fleet. She wheeled around the cavernous room, one flawlessly manicured finger pointing accusatorily at everyone and everything in the room. “Who’s in charge here? If you think you can kidnap me, slap me in your goo-wrestling fantasies, and sic a band of make-over tentacles on me, you – you crazy pervert, I’ll ruin you socially, financially, emotionally, eternally–” She took a deep breath, tugging herself up just a little straighter, because no matter where she was and whatever lunatics she was dealing with, she was Sheryl, always and forever and no matter where in the galaxy they’d taken her. “Who the hell do you think you’re dealing with?”