“So, I was thinking.” began Ranpha, as she sipped a cup of dark tea.

	“No one pays you to think Ranpha. Not that it matters, since everything that comes out of your mouth makes you look like a idiot.” Forte interrupted, not even bothering to look at the blonde girl.

	“W-W-W-What did you say, you, you, ONE-EYED CYCLOPS!”

	“One eye?! This is a monocle you pea brain! A M-O-N-O-C-L-E!”

	“Who cares! Whoever heard of a woman wearing a monocle anyway? Oh that’s right! A dried up old crone of a woman that looks more like a man!”

	The bickering of the two continued to escalate until pieces of confectionary treats and bullets began to fly across the room.

	“Well, at least this isn’t as bad as yesterday.” Mint said, taking a small bite out of a oversized lollipop. “I think all those counseling sessions might be starting to pay off.”

	“I just wish they’d take their silly little fight somewhere else. All this noise can’t be good for Vanilla’s sensitive ears.” Normad sighed, the plush toy sitting in his usual spot on the quite girl’s lap.

	Behind them Forte pulled a large bazooka out of a conveniently deep pocket in her coat, pointing it right at Ranpha.

	“Well, since you’re so curious about the male anatomy Ranpha, how about you suck on this big ol’ phallic object!”

	“H-Hold on a  minute Forte! Let’s talk things through diplomatically! I mean, all this excitement can’t be good for a woman at your age!”

	Her eye twitching, Forte started to pull the trigger, right at the same time the door beside them opened and a sick looking Milfeulle staggered out, right in her line of sight. Forte’s eyes going wide, she pulled back the weapon, allowing the explosive shell to punch through the ceiling and continue to breach the successive hulls of the ship.

	“Uh, oops.”

	Mint turned around, noticing the sickly green pallor of her fellow shipmate.

	“Oh my god, Milfeulle! You look so sick, what happened.”

	The pink haired girl moaned, letting out a small burp. “I have a tummy ache…” She rubbed her shirt straining belly, trying to soothe the soreness.

	“Indigestion.” Vanilla said in her usual monotone voice.

	Milfuellue nodded. “I was bored so I decided to bake a cake for you all. But it looked so delicious, that I kinda ate all of it ooooogh.”

	“Honestly, you humans never cease to amaze me. How can you constantly stuff yourselves like this. Just look at my trim and fit Vanilla, she eats a nice balanced diet every day. If you all could only emulate her lifestyles you wouldn’t look like such pudges like some people I could mention. Hey, why am I hanging in the air like this?”

	Normad’s question was answered when Ranpha’s foot hit him square in his face while he hung in midair, the force of his cotton stuffed body impaling itself into the steel reinforced wall.

	“You really shouldn’t go overboard with your cakes Milfuelle.” Ranpha said, straightening her clothes out. “I mean you reall-”

	She was cut off as a loud siren rang in their ears. Behind Mifeulle the doors opened again, and a tall well composed mustached man stepped out, accidentally bumping into the sick girl. She tottered forward, feeling her surroundings swirl about, her hands instantly clasping themselves over her mouth as they tried to contain the volatile contents of her stomach from spewing out. The other girls tried their best inching away from their gagging friend, not wanting to be in a direct path just in case the worst occurred.

	“ Team Angels! I’m sure you are aware what that sound means. A lost technology has been found and high command wants you to go retrieve it on the double!”

	“Do we have to Huey? I don’t really feel like doing anything today.” Forte said, trying to rub the ringing sensation out of her ears.

	“Me too sir! I have a television show I want to record later.” Mint added.

	“I feel sick…”

	“I’ll remind you girls that you have failed in every single mission in the past, so your records aren’t exactly impressing the higher ups. That, and don’t forget that our budget is in the deepest of the reds thanks to that galaxy you accidentally blew up last month.”

	“Oh come on Huey,” Forte waved dismissively, “Can’t you just add a few extra zeroes to some papers or something and make it all go away?”

	“Forte, how many times to I have to tell you that the chain of commands requires you to address me as Colonel Volcott!”

	“Hey, I’ll address you as Colonel only if you finally get laid!”

	A awkward silence hung in the air for the next few moments.

	“A-Are you crying sir?”

	“No. Now if you want to keep your extremely low paying jobs as the Lovely Angels I suggest you get your butts to that planet and retrieve that Lost Technology. Now if you will excuse me, I’m going to my quarters, where I will assure you I will not be crying.”

	As the doors closed behind him, the girls could hear loud sobbing echoing down the hallway.

	“Well, I guess we better get going then.” said Mint.

	“This job sucks.” muttered Ranpha as she started to walk toward the hanger.

	“Can we please fly really really slowly guys. I think I’m going to throw up…”

	The other girls just grimaced, knowing this trip would end up taking far too long for their liking.

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	“So where the hell is this lost technology Normad?” asked a visibly irritated Forte.

	“How many times must I say that locating a lost technology isn’t as easy as you humans make it out to be. Just because I’m a lost technology myself doesn’t mean I have some magic locater that instantly points out where they are. Honestly, you humans will never understand how hard it is being of such a superior intellect stuck insi-”

	Unfortunately Normad was unable to continue as a hardened fist was buried deep within his face, cutting him off.

	“Let’s just find it and get out of here. All this sun is drying up my skin.” whined Ranpha.

	The planet they had landed on seemed to resemble a desert, and the small town they wandered around in almost looked like the old western shows they had once viewed in a dusty archived video.

	“Guuuuuuys! Can we please stop moving, I really think I’m going to throw up this time!” cried Milfuellue, clutching her groaning stomach.

	“Oh for heavens sake Milfeulle, ever since when landed all you’ve been doing is whining about being sick. What did you put in that cake that made you so ill in the first place.”

	“Well…-urp- just the ordinary ingredients I always use. Twelve dozen Dagon eggs, a tub of lard, a couple gallons Tribble milk, a heaping portion of melange spice, ten cubes of soylent green to give it color, and a dash of ghost chili pepper so it has a nice kick to it.”

	“And you got sick from that? You’re such a lightweight Sakuraba.”

	“But I really feel like throwing up Forte!”

	“Fine fine!” She pointed ahead of her, “Look, there is a general store over there. I’m sure they have something that can make you feel better. So come on, I don’t want to hear you gagging all day.”

	The girls stepped into the store, the musty smell of wood hitting their noses and they entered.

	“Man how old is this place, there’s cow webs everywhere.” Mint said, holding her nose.

	“You think that’s old, check out the owner.” Ranpha said, gesturing to a wizened old man who probably would have looked more at home prospecting for gold in mountains.

	“Well what can I do fer ya fine looking ladies on this, fine sunny day.” he said, his one single tooth causing his breath to whistle out of his mouth.

	Forte banged her hands on the counter. “I need something to make this girl stop bugging me.”

	“A case of the bugs eh?” he stroked his crinkly beard. “Haven’t seen that one in a while. So what do you want in particular?”

	“Give me a bottle of ant-acids.”

	“Sorry, we don’t carry it.”

	“Alright. Anti vomit pills.”

	“Ran out of that last week.”

	“Sleeping pills?”

	“Ran out of those last year.”

	Forte felt herself clenching her fists.

	“HORSE TRANQUILZERS?”

	“Hang on a sec.” he ducked under the counter. She could hear him rummaging through what had to be boxes. His head popped back up a few seconds later.

	“Nope. Never carried the stuff.”

	“THEN WHAT DO YOU HAVE YOU SENILE OLD COOT?”

	He slammed what looked to be the world’s smallest bottle on the counter.

	“This!”

	“And what exactly, is this?” Forte said, clearly unimpressed.

	“Miracle cure all!”

	The woman rubbed her temples. “Whatever, I’ll take it. How much is it?”

	“One billion credits.”

	A sound of a gun being loaded was heard.

	“Do you think you can make change for a couple of slugs to the old noggin?”

	“Ma’am you drive a hard bargain.” he said, handing over the bottle to Forte.

	She instantly opened the bottle, letting the one sole capsule roll into her hand before she tossed it to Ranpha. “Give her this. NOW.”

	Nodding, Ranpha pinched Milfuelle’s nose, making the girl open her mouth as she tossed the pill in. Swallowing, the girl began to rapidly regain the healthy color in her cheeks.

	“Oh wow. My tummy doesn’t hurt anymore!”

	“Yeah, great to hear.” Forte said, feigning enthusiasm.

	“Uh, Forte. You might want to check the label on this.“ Mint said, pointing to the bottle in Forte’s hand.

	“What are you talking about?” She looked over the very tiny print. “Contents: Lost Technology. Do not take rectally.”

	“Hey old man why the hell didn’t you say this was a lost technology!” Ranpha shouted.

	“Yeah, that’s what it is called right? Miracle cure all!”

	The blonde girl banged her head as she faceplanted.

	“That’s is what I’ve been trying to tell  you girls before I was rudely punched in the face. That the lost technology was giving off signals from inside the general store.” Normad said, finally choosing this moment to speak up.

	Throwing her hands up into the air, Forte started to scream wildly, running out the door and into the street.

	“Oh man, I think Forte lost it. Vanilla come with me, Mint stay here and make Milfeulle coughs up that pill!”

	“H-Hey why do I have to get stuck with making her heave all over me?” Mint yelled.

	Ranpha smiled as she ran out the door with Vanilla. “Because you have experience with this right? How else do you stay so thin?”

	“I’M NOT A BULIMIC RANPHA! THAT WAS JUST A PHASE IN COLLEGE!”

	She sighed, looking over to the fidgeting girl.

	“I-Im I in trouble Mint?”

	“No… Can you just vomit up that lost technology so we can all go home?”

	“But I don’t feel like throwing up anymore…”

	“It’s not about wanting to throw up! Just stick you fingers down your throat and hurl it up already!”

	“That sounds like it hurts…”

	“JUST DO IT!”

	Milfuelle opened her mouth slightly, barely putting the tip of her finger inside. “Hurk. Hurk. Gag.”

	Mint just stared at her. “You’re kidding right? Dammit Sakuraba, you have to put some force into it. Like. This!”

	She shoved her hand forcefully into the girl’s mouth. Milfeulle’s eyes widened as she felt Mint’s fingers touch the back of her throat. Unfortunately for the both of them, instead of retching, Milfeulle gave a big swallow, pulling Mint’s arm all the way up to the shoulder.

	“What the hell Sakuraba? I told you to vomit, not swallow!”

	Milfeulle whimpered, feeling herself choke around the arm of the small blue haired girl. Wanting to get rid of the obstruction in her throat, she did what was the only thing she knew she was capable of doing.

	“Sakuraba what are you doooooing!” Mint wailed, as her body was slurped up in one long gulp. She hit Milfeulle’s stomach with a loud thump, making her belly balloon to the point where she looked pregnant with a very overdue baby, a few of her shirt buttons popping off, allowing some of the pink skin to peek through.

	Milfeulle stood there in shock, looking at the large stomach that contained her best friend and teammate.

	“M-Mint? I so sorry! It’s just that you put it…and I gulped…and…” she let out a forceful belch, expelling some of the air she had swallowed. She licked her lips, tasting some of the leftover flavor on her tongue.

	“Taste…sorta sweet.” Something clicked in her mind, and her eyes dulled as something more ravenous replaced them.

	“M-Mister shopkeeper?”

	“What can I do fer ya miss?”

	“Can I ask you for a f-favor?” she said, her stomach grumbling loudly.

	“Sorry to say that I don’t have any contraceptives for sale. Not that it would do you any good now ma’am.”

	Milfeulle grabbed his spindly shoulders, her mouth opening wide. “So sweeeeet.” she moaned, stuffing the old man’s bald head into her jaws.

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	“So, are we done having our little fit Forte?” Ranpha said, giving a smirk.

	“No. But I’ve stopped trying to shoot anything that moves, so be glad for that Franboise.”

	“Well whatever, let’s just go check on Mint and see if she managed to get that lost technology.”

	“I think you two overreacted.” said Normad. “I doubt Lost Technology is fragile enough to be destroyed by a puny human digestive system. It would be much easier just waiting for it to pass through Sakuraba.”

	Forte and Ranpha exchanged glances.

	“Let’s just go check and see if Mint managed to get that lost technology, or else.”

	They opened the door to the general store and stepped back inside.

	“Uh, you sure we’re in the right store Forte?”

	“I-I don’t know.”

	All of the furniture and fixtures had been torn apart, like if a tornado had passed through. Claw marks where also etched into the walls, obvious signs of a struggle.

	“What the hell happened in here?! And where the hell is Mint and Milfeulle!”

	As if in response a rumbling belch was heard emanating from the adjacent building.

	Running outside, the girls looks to their left, to where the tavern was located next to the general store. Its door slamming open as someone was preparing to step outside. They thought that they would see a very drunk Milfeulle stagger out. Instead a wrecking ball sized pink orb barged through, its size so large that it was barely able to squeeze by the already wide entrance.

	“What the hell…” Forte gasped.

	Eventually the entirety of a very bloated Milfeulle waddled out. The monstrous round swell of her stomach practically touching the floor. She appeared dazed, a large silly smile plastered on her face as she nosily licked her lips, obviously enjoying the aftermath of a very tasty meal.

	“M-Milfeulle, what happened to you? Where’s Mint?” Ranpha asked, fear creeping into her voice.

	“Mint?” Sakuraba hiccupped. “Oh she’s right heeeere.” She rubbed a spot on the right side of her gurgling belly. “She was a very tasty first course…”

	“Normad?” Forte practically yelled.

	“What is it Stollen?”

	“Do you have any clue what in the holiest of hells was that lost technology she swallowed?”

	“No of course I don’t. Again I have to tell you that I can’t analyze any and all lost technologies like some type of Rosetta stone.”

	“Uh Normad?”

	The plush toy ignored Forte and continued his long winded rant. “I especially can’t tell what it is if it has been ingested by a impulsively dim witted girl. But it doesn’t take a genius, which I happen to be, to tell what this particular lost technology can do.”

	“Normad!”

	“Judging by the fact that Sakuraba admitted to eating Miss Blancmance, along with a entire tavern’s occupants, that the lost technology allows a living organism to swallow and expand with the intake of vast quantities of food, along with having their hunger increased to astronomical levels.”

	“NORMAD!” Ranpha and Forte both screamed in unison.

	“Just what are you both shrieking about-oh.” In front of the A.I. was the huge wall of Milfuelle’s stomach, mere centimeters away from him.

	“Uh…must I remind you Sakaraba that I am a intimate object made out of cotton.”

	Milfeulle’s stomach groaned hungrily. “Cotton candy?” she smiled.

	“Oh shoot.”

	She reached over and plucked Normad from Vanilla’s grasp, stuffing the pink plush into her mouth, giving a few chews before swallowing him whole.

	“She just ate Normad.” Ranpha said.

	“Can’t say I’m too upset over it.” Forte’s eyes widened as she saw Vanilla grab the front of Milfeulle’s belly and begin to climb on top of it as if scaling a fleshy mountain.

	“Hey Vanilla what are you doing? You’re going to get eaten at this rate!” Ranpha gasped.

	The small green haired girl turned around, giving them the same emotionless look that always was present on her face.

	“Tell my wife I love her.”

	With that she opened the mouth of Milfeulle wide open with her hands, putting her feet inside. Then, to the surprise of both Forte and Ranpha, began descending down into Sakuraba’s depths as if walking down a flight of stairs. Giving a gulp, Milfeulle sent Vanilla to join Normad inside her cavernous belly.

	“Sooooo -hurp- tasty. But still so hungryyyy.”

	“Hey Forte?”

	“Yeah Ranpha?”

	“Want to race to see who gets to escape this nightmare first?”

	“Sounds like a plan.”

	Without even trying to save their ingested partners, the two remaining members of the Lovely Angels took off down the street at break neck speeds. After what they felt like miles, they finally came to a stop, trying to catch their breaths.

	“Okay, that should put enough distance between us and her.” panted Forte.

	“Poor Mint and Vanilla, doomed to be fat for Milfeulle.” Ranpha sniffed.

	“Yeah a tragedy. We can give them a funeral later. First we have…to…get…” Forte trailed off, unable to finish her sentence, as she saw what she thought was inhumanely possible approach them.

	“Feed me Forte! Feeeeeeed Meeeeeeee!” Milfeuelle said, as she happily bounded down the street at speeds that defied her size. Her huge belly bouncing obscenely up and down, it contents sloshing loudly with each step.

	“Ah hell. Getting paid minimum wage isn’t worth this crap.”

	“Forte look!” Ranpha exclaimed, pointing in front of them.

	To their surprise a giant parade was passing by, apparently celebrating some sort of grand opening. Dozens of band players and cheerleaders parading up and down, while a huge crowd partied at the sides.

	“This is just what we need!” Forte said.

	Ranpha nodded. “So that little tub-ball is hungry huh? Well lets see how fast she’s able to move after we serve up a all you can eat special.

	Forte wasted no time, grabbing the first cheerleader she saw, tossing her up into the air toward Sakauraba. She opened her mouth wide like a baby bird, happily catching the squealing girl in her mouth, gulping her down in one swallow. Her belly bulged further outward, growing bigger and bigger with every innocent bystander that Forte and Ranpha cruelly threw into her gut. They continued like this, indiscriminately sacrificing whoever they saw. The women, the elderly, even the handicapped. Within minutes they almost exhausted their supply of townsfolk, resorting to throwing some of the petting zoo animals into the voracious pink haired girl.

	And still she ate, her belly rolling out several meters into the street. She was practically laying on it, its size inflating with everything she swallowed. Forte tried not to notice how it began to peek over the roofs of the buildings, the titanic sphere quaking with all the people and animals trapped inside.

	“Forte what do we do? We’re almost out of people here!” Ranpha yelled, as she flung a portly man into Mileulle’s awaiting mouth.

	“I don’t know! Just keep cramming them in there!”

	“This isn’t working and you kno- watch out Forte!”

	Forte turned in time to barely avoid being hit by a large vehicle. It slammed its brakes as it skidded to a halt.

	“Is that a…”

	“Bus full of orphans?” Ranpha finished.

	“I got a new idea Franboise.” Forte said, a evil grin on her face.

	“W-What are you doing Forte?” yelled a shocked Ranpha, watching as Forte step into the bus and cold cocked the driver right in the face, throwing him to the floor.

	“Okay Milfeulle, how about a little iron in your diet.” 

	Slamming her foot on the gas pedal, she blazed through the middle of the street at the blistering speed of forty five miles per hour.

	“You’re insane Stollen! Do you want to get yourself killed!”

	“EAT THIIIIIIIIIIIIS!”

	At the same time Forte leaped out the window, the bus hit a bump in the ground, causing it to jump several feet into the air, its centrifugal force giving it a spin like a drill. The orphans inside screamed in delight, believing themselves to be riding the best bus ride ever.

	Ranpha watched as the bus collided with Milfeulle’s face, but her hopes were soon dashed as she heard the crunching of metal. Within moments the girl managed chew and swallow the entire bus, orphans and all, adding to the bulk she laid on.

	“Mmmm marshmallow peeps.” she belched.

	“Forte what do we do? There’s nothing left and she’s still not full!”

	“Then I’ll do the only thing I can do.” Forte said stepping up to Ranpha.

	“What do you mea-Hey! Put me down! What do you think you’re doing Forte!”

	Without saying anything, Forte threw Ranpha high up into the air. She squealed all the way down, watching as the mouth leading to the insides of Milfeulle open wide like the gates to hell.

	“Forte you bitch! I don’t wanna die a viiiiiiirgiiiiin!” she wailed, as Sakuraba snapped her up and swallowed her whole.

	“I always wanted to do that.” Forte said, wiping her hands. Without looking back, she began to make way for her ship.

	“MILFEULLE STILL HUNGRY!” said the girl, but as she looked around, she noticed not a single person left in the now quiet town. Her stomach again voiced its hunger, urging her to continue feeding. Rolling forward, her mouth hit the ground, and she began to suck, rapidly consuming the earth below her. The streets, lamps, and eventually the buildings soon where sucked up into Milfeulle, and still she continued to swallow.

	Forte knew she was in trouble when she felt the earth below her give way, making her slip. Before she could even get up, she saw a dark shadow fall over her. Looking up, she saw the roof of Milfeuelle’s mouth, like a giant wall of a tsunami, approach her.

	Giving a quite curse, she pulled out a cigarette, giving a few puffs as she closed her eyes.

	“Well, this is at least better than that crappy job.”

	With a slam the behemoth sized mouth closed over her, as it continued to eat everything Milfeulle saw.

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	“Uuuuooogh….what happened.” Milfeulle moaned, rubbing her eyes. She gave a painful yelp, feeling something sharp bump into her head. She looked, watching what appeared to be a small satellite float above her throbbing head briefly, before continuing on its path around her.

	“Where is -urp- everyone? And why does my tummy feel so full?”

	She tried looking at her stomach, but found she was unable to lift herself off the ground, appearing to be stuck to pink colored earth. She tried looking for someone to ask for help, but soon found that she was in some sort of desolate lanscape. Miles and miles of pink extending far into the horizon all around her. 
	
	Milfeulle winced as she felt something lurch inside her. Something far bigger than she thought possible.

	“That…feels as big as a boat…” she said, feeling the sensation travel about inside her. She also noticed moutain shaped bulges in the distance that appeared occasionally. And whenever she saw one, the same sensation returned. She gulped nervously.

	“I…I don’t think this is the same planet I was on…” Suddenly her entire surroundings shook like a earthquake, and before she knew it, a gastric bomb of a burp escaped her dainty lips.

	“ExcuuuUUUUURRRRLP! Excuse me…” she said meekly, belching again.

	By now she had figured out that she had must have eaten something far larger than she was used too. But she was still clueless as to what it was that she swallowed to give her a planet sized belly.

	“Ranpha? Mint? Anyone? Hellooooo?”

	She heard something beep, and she quickly pulled out her vid phone, hoping it was one of the girls calling her.

	Instead the image of Colonel Volcott appeared on the screen.

	“How are things going Milfeulle? I assume you completed your mission already?”

	“Oh sir! I think I messed up again! I was feeling really sick, so Forte bought me some medicine, but when I was starting to feel better I blacked out, and when I woke up I must have eaten something really really big and now my tummy is so huge I can’t see anything but belly!” she breathlessly cried.

	“I see I see. I was afraid something like this would happen.”

	“What do you mean sir?”

	“Well, you see, that lost technology was supposed to be used in military based situations. When one consumes said capsule, it allows you to eat your enemy, their base, and even their home planet. Unfortunately as you can attest to, it makes you unable to differentiate between friend and foe.”

	“Wait. So does that mean…”

	“I’m afraid so. You have my deepest sympathies.”

	“Waaaaaaah. I ate my friends!” Milfeulle cried.

	“Now now. Don’t be upset. If what I remember is correct they will be fine.”

	“But… but…my tummy is probably churning them up like my pieces of cake I eat.”

	“That’s the thing. Your stomach is still the same. All the lost technology does is let is expand to huge levels. It is unable to process that all at once. It would take it a millennia to absorb a entire planet.”

	“So my friends are okay? And all the people? And fuzzy animals?” she sniffled.

	“The entire planet dear. They are probably having the time of their life inside you.”

	“An entire planet….” she said, rubbing a small part of her stomach. “So does this mean I’m like, a mother, carrying all of them inside me like this?”

	“Er, more like a containment unit. But if you want to see it like that I guess it wouldn’t hurt.”

	Milfeulle burped happily. “Woooow, I’m a mommy now!”

	“Yes, a very joyous occasion. Now, on to the subject of your job. Since you are the last active member of the Lovely Angels, I have to reassign you.”

	“Mmmm hmmm.” Milfeulle hummed, absentmindedly paying attention as she tried to feel for any movement inside of her.

	“Thanks to your new, ability, it would be more than beneficial to have you go and subdue any violent uprisings throughout the galaxy. Particularly in the quadrants where all those rabble rousing ’spiral’ trouble makers are. 

	“But how will I get there? I don’t think I can move…” She demonstrated by kicking her legs uselessly in the air.

	“Again, we got that covered. The brass at headquarters have rigged up a teleportation device so that we can zap you into whatever direction we need. All you have to do is just open your mouth and allow your gravitational pull to do the rest.”

	“How coool!.” she gave another echoing belch. “I think I have enough room too sir!”

	“Excellent. I’ll call you back once we get confirmation. Volcott out.”

	Milfeulle gave a big smile. Inside she felt the entirety of the planet turn on its axis.

	“Ooooh the babies sure are being lively huh?” she giggled, patting her sides. “I wonder what they are all doing inside their mommy…”

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	“You know this isn’t so bad once you get used to it.” said Forte.

	“Yeah, sure it’s dark and all but the lights and everything else that depends on electricity works.” Mint added.

	“And not to mention all those cute guys at the parade are here too!” Ranpha said, ogling a tall well toned man who passed her by.

	Vanilla sneezed.

	“Well I don’t know about you, but every since we got here, my dear sweet Vanilla’s allergies have been acting up. Her delicate body isn’t used to being inside of a digestive system. I mean look at her, her nose is running and everything!” the A.I. complained

	“Yeah yeah cry me a river.” Forte said through a mouthful of beer.

	“Well, these three will obviously be of no help. Vanilla, do you want to head to the general store and see if we can find some medicine for you?”

	She shook her head, pulling out a very small capsule.

	“Vanilla….that isn’t what I think it is right?” Mint asked.

	“Miracle cure.” she responded, swallowing the pill.
	
	Within seconds her stomach rumbled ominously.

	“What should we do now Forte?”

	“Do whatever you damn want. I’m getting wasted over here.” she slurred.

	“Oh Vanilla…” Normad sighed, feeling his head already being crammed into the girl’s mouth.