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A face from a dozen 1950s science fiction films appeared on the screen: huge round multifaceted eyes like an insect, an enormous exposed brain threaded with blood vessels, a triple-jawed toothy beak for a mouth. Curiously, the BEM wore a black suit and tie, its pocket square impeccable, keeping in mind said suit was tailored for someone with huge shoulders and almost no neck at all. The creature was holding a sheaf of papers in one armor-plated hand. The insect eyes seemed to squint as a voice out of old radio dramas said “This is Herald the Square, speaking on behalf of the Powers That Be. We have been trying to reach one Miss Velvet Plutonium in regards to a recent incident where property was damaged and or absconded with in a remote sector of the galaxy. We may not have your little homemade planetoid surrounded, but it can be before you can say—”

“Jack Robinson,” said Velvet, fists on hips.