“Emperor Ming, you’re looking trim today — ouch!”

The guard twisted the famous spaceman’s arm. “Be respectful in the Dear Leader’s presence!”

“It’s alright, guard, you may loosen his bonds. He’s not going anywhere,” Ming said, examining his manicure.

Flash rubbed his sore wrists. “I LOVE what you’ve done to your throne room. And you’ve made some lovely additions to your harem!” He winked at the ladies who were obviously in awe of his presence.

Ming rolled his eyes. “Let’s skip the pleasantries, shall we? You and I both know we’re not here for small talk.”

Oh heck, Flash thought. Trouble ahead.