Nerds of a Feather

"Depends on how many ohms it is, I would think," replied Betty, glad that she'd been able to think up a snappy action-hero-style smartass comback, even if it wasn't actually all that snappy.

"THAT WAS A VERY NERDY THING TO SAY," said Attackur. "MY MASTER WILL BE PLEASED."

"Damn," muttered Betty.

Soon, they arrived at what appeared to be the throne room of the evil twin of the King of Nerds. At least, Betty figured it was a throne room, based on the fact that there was a huge throne in the middle of it, but it was mostly dominated by computer equipment, action figures, and empty pizza boxes. She wondered why the King's evil twin had possession of the throne room. Maybe he'd deposed his brother and taken over?

On the throne sat a skinny guy wearing a pair of duct-taped glasses and a Xena t-shirt. You could tell he was evil, Betty figured, by the tiny black goatee on his chin.

"So," he said, looking at Astra with a leer. "This is to be my queen?"

Attackur made an electronic throat-clearing noise. "NO, MY LORD. THIS ONE IS TO BE YOUR QUEEN." He gave Betty a shake for empahasis, hard enough to make her teeth rattle.

"Ah, well," said the nerd. "The redhead's kind of out of my league, anyway. And I doubt she's the sort of person who's capable of having a decent conversation on whether Deep Space 9 is superior to Voyager."

Betty gasped, appalled. "Are you crazy?! There's no comparison, man! DS9 was sophisticated science fiction; whereas Voyager, frankly, sucked galaxies through a straw!"

The man grinned. "Yes," he said. "This is my queen!"

"Oh, hell," said Betty. "Me and my anti-Voyager rant button."

The Evil Twin rose and approached them.

1. Betty attempted to resign herself to becoming Queen of the Nerds. Not that it was a big stretch for her.
2. Astra, squirming in Attackur's grasp, lashed out with a swift kick.
3. Meanwhile, just outside the throne room door, Fred and Velus...

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