Shv'uu:So we've flown our newly-acquired haunted warship across sixty-thousand light-years with just four wormgate crossings, and are a few hours from our current base of operations in an unused floor of a government office building on luna, in sol system.
Tagon:Sergeant sh'vuu, Why are you talking like that?
Shv'uu:Sorry, captain. It's just that the narrator usually introduces these sunday strips, and he's not here.
Tagon:What do you mean he's not here? He was right here when we entered the wormgate network.
Brad:I have a bad feeling about this. Like, I feel as if somewhere, somebody is dancing on my grave.
Narrator:Meanwhile, back in sol sys-Hey, what are you guys doing here?
Shv'uu:He's back! Where have you been?
Narrator:Never mind that... I'm just glad to see you alive! What happened?
Tagon:What do you mean 'what happened?' You're the narrator. You tell us.
Narrator:I saw you all captured, interrogated, and killed. We did six whole strips on it. But now you're alive, and i'm confused.
Tagon:That's not good. If you're confused, we've probably completely lost the audience.
Brad:Don't leave! We'll figure this out!
Tagon:Quick, pick up on sh'vuu's script, and get this plot moving again. Readers are bailing out in a panic!
Narrator:Our heroes have flown their newly acquired, haunted warship across sixty-thousand light-years with just four wormgate crossings, and are a few hours from their current base of operations in a--
Tagon:Never mind. We just hit the last panel.
Narrator:I'm going to get some face-time with the author and get to the bottom of this.
Tagon:You do that. We'll fly the rest of the way home on our own.
Shv'uu:Should I toss out a throwaway joke here at the end?
Brad:That's schlock's job. I wish he were here...