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"Well well well" slurs the Captain. "At last we have a decision. And let's just hope it's the right one, after all the innocents we've knocked off recently. Orr, come to my chambers. T.O.D.D., join us in fifteen minutes."
No-one will know what passed between the Captain Priestess and the Space Pilot in that time but harsh words were probably exchanged, as T.O.D.D. intuits when he enters the Captain's chambers fifteen minutes later to find a terrified Orr stripped and chained to the wall.
"I think Orr's death will be best inflicted by one of his nemeses rather than me, as he seems so fond of calling me a murderer. So, T.O.D.D., I would like you to sex him to death, please."
Gulping, the unwilling sex-bot complies.
"It was hard to tell from the puddle of goo that was left after three ours on Setting Eleven," says the Captain Priestess eventually over the tannoy, "but Orr was definitely MAFIA. Hooray!"
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