“Well, I’m pretty sure he did!”
Powergirl shook her head “Nuh-uh, no way!”
“Well…lets, um, look over the facts. We went to Dr Scifi’s lair.”
Maybe if we talk this through she’ll let me concentrate
“Sure, Imperia, we did. And then we beat up his henchmen, and, um…”
It’s not important, is it? “…anyway, whatever. We must have won, and …”
“Must have? I mean, I remember facing off against him, and there was some kind of …super sweet smelling gas”
“mmmmmm"
“And…a spiral?”
See the spiral
”And…then we, um…oh you have the sexiest boobs…”
Power-GIRLY-girl stroked her breasts…no, her boobs, her SLUT TITS her slut tits, and nodded
“Yea, like, we smelled the gas, and then we came back to…like, wherever this is, and watched this, um, whatever, and we won”
Immi seemed to be having trouble concentrating, barely able to keep feeding herself the delicious (if oddly gooey) salty popcorn. She mumbled “We – did we? what did we…what we win?…”
Girly Girl giggled, looking up from the screen, as Master Scifi entered, his massive cock dangling. She knew what she’d won.