Chapter 6
The Lint Pirates' Lair
A bizarre encounter with space pirates who obsessively collect lint forces Astra and Gleep into a peculiar standoff. They must outwit the eccentric collectors.
The whirring of the ‘Rusty Bucket’ was usually a comforting drone to Gleep, a familiar song of well-oiled gears and slightly-singed wiring. Today, however, it was accompanied by the frantic, high-pitched squeaks of Princess Astra attempting to “help” organize the tool bench. Tools, which Gleep had painstakingly arranged by size, function, and existential dread, were now scattered like a meteor shower of wrenches and spanners.
“Are you quite sure, Princess,” Gleep grumbled, his voice a low rumble from beneath a particularly greasy engine part, “that a sonic screwdriver is best used as a maraca?”
Astra, suspended upside down by a stray magnetic boot, giggled. “It makes a delightful zing! And besides,” she added, her voice slightly muffled by the sudden influx of air into her nostrils, “isn’t organizing supposed to be… fun?”
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