With a loud pop of her bubblegum, she giggled, "Where's my rum?"

Deximo handed it to her, and we were speechless. That body was barely contained in a tiny pink slingshot that could genuinely be called indecent. Was it Venus Island Girl fare? It was now, Deximo decided. Yow.

"I was saving this for Prime Minister Blake, that fucker." She twirled around, popping another bubble, "His loss!"