Please Don't Tell My Parents I Blew Up The Moon - Plot & Excerpts
Prepare for action! My next weapon had to have some pump action like a shotgun. I couldn’t do that to Archimedes, and I wore him on my shoulder these days anyway. The pump action gesture was really important to looking dramatic. I did not look dramatic. Ray and Claire reclined even further in their padded leather chairs and gave me amused expressions. “Normally your very word is my gospel, Dark Mistress, but a prolonged repair job is not a battlefield of glory,” said Ray. Claire smirked at me, then at Remmy. “Maybe it’s a mad scientist thing.” I smirked back. “You fools shall regret your blindness when I go home and brag to Lucyfar about how I hotwired a space station.” Ha! That got their attention. Claire and Ray sat up, with identical sly smiles and eyes twinkling with mischief. It was Claire who answered. “Okay, but it’s going to be hard to drive back to our lair.”
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