Meanwhile on Corinth, Omicron-74

[DAnvilFan]

That night, when the CEO of Omicron Supply Industries came aboard the Corinth Research Station, one of the science goons of the Xenobiology department was also preparing for the get together of the Big 3. He had taken the liberty of giving Sally Roper, a skinny associate in the Gaian plant life division, a tour of the Conference Room where the Big 3 Cheeses were soon to meet.

"As you can see," he pointed out to his companion, "it is a perfectly safe, self contained area. The Holographic projector is top notch. Latest update. And if you'll look over there, those are free drinks. I like Bingo-Cola the best for its excellent bubbly flavor."

Sally pursed her lips and looked over to a door across from the Holographic projector, "What do you have up there?"

"What here? Oh this is just a walk-in closet." He opened the door and the two stepped in. "So here you have your typical emergency supplies. First Aid Kits, fast food reserves, toilet paper, old Playstation 14 games, and so forth."

Sally took off her glasses and said, "Gee. You guys keep it a little cool in here wouldn't you say?"

"You think so? It's suppose to be very well ventellated. Those boys at GMS Air-Conditioning did a really swell job on the installations."

"Oh," she gave him a coy smile, "well I feel like a giant tropical Barknottle in a Zork Sphrockled tundra. Maybe you can do a thing or two about that."

Being a modern day gentlemen, he obliged to help his female co-worker. Within minutes, the duo was busy assuming a number of exotic positions, some of which you may have seen on late night holovision when your parents were out at a restaurant. It wasn't long before Sally began reciting her favorite aspects of the Gaian wildlife.

"Oh God," she wheezed, "I want you to screw me like a Panamatic Sphinxnottle doing a torkleblast dance!"

Sally Roper had a PhD in Gaian xenobiology and had picked up the habit of preparing for her mid term exams during the act of lovemaking back from her days at the Academy. And so during the fifteen and a half minutes of bodily contact that transpired between them, Sally had managed to list every species of the Gastronuphias Genus living in the temperate zones of Kurway Penninsula as well as their mating rituals. Much to their disappointment, the two were soon interrupted by a smartly dressed man standing in front of the doorway not two meters away from them. He did not look pleased.

"Ah Mr.Burns," he noted as he looked at an upside down figure of the Head of Security. "What a pleasure to see you. What um, may I ask are you doing here?"

Charles Burns clicked his tongue and announced, "I'm in the process of re-scanning the Conference room for security breaches and spyware bugs. You are occupying a level 15, highly classified walk-in closet. I should be the one asking questions," he added and looked at his female companion.

"Right," he answered, "This is Sally Roper, PhD. She works with me in the Xenobiology department downstairs. Sally, Charles. Charles, Sally."

"Oh, yes. Hi." Sally squeeked like a mouse and reached for her white blouse.

"I was just showing Sally here the wonderful accommodations we'll be providing our friends," he added.

"Fascinating," said Charles and motioned the men in suits behind him to begin their work. "Next time you decide to engage in extra curricular activities, try not to do it in a top secret diplomatic conference area."

"Top secret eh?" he stood up. "Sorry mate. I thought this was a Rec room. You know, TV, drinks, that Pinball machine over there."

Mr.Burns paused for a moment and frowned. "That's a weapons and contraband scanning device. I suggest you get dressed. The conference will begin in three hours."

"Oh, right right," he said and began putting on his pants," The big cheeses. What's that going to be all about, anyway?"

Charles didn't reply.

"Ah, right right," he said, "top secret stuff. One of those 'I can tell you, but then I'll have to kill you' deals, yeh?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Charles answered as he looked under the large Conference table. "I wouldn't kill you for a thing like that. I'll just castrate you and feed your testicles to the Jellies." He sighed.

It was going to be a long day.