"Why you devious distemporal demi-goddish dipstick!"
As Miss Indie of Nine was busy alliterating OrQ, a giant eye appeared on the bridge's view screen.
It was more unnerving than the OrQ selfies!
"I recognize that iris anywhere!" cried out Dug. "It belongs to our Webmistress, Vice Admiral of the Poetic Federation!"
And her British accent came over the loudspeaker in a crackled tone. "Poet Wardens, I ----- to you now ----- Good and Bad Newses. First, ---- Good Newses. I have ---- stolen Muses."
Almost everyone cheered - even T'PoetsRevenge, who was space walking on the roof of the Stanza and adjusting the television antenna.
"Drat!" cried OrQ. "She must have pilfered the Muses from my Infinite Bag of Holding while I was getting a lump of sugar for her tea!"
"That's right," the Vice Admiral concurred. "I couldn't allow you to play such a devious prank on our NaPoWriMo 2020 participants. Unfortunately, the Bad Newses is, shortly after the tea party, I was abducted by a pair of Impostraphes. They took possession of the Muses and are holding me as their hostage on Planet Quoteunquote!"
And that in itself was even more Badder Newses, because Impostraphes traveling in pairs were difficult to distinguish from the planet's natives, the Quotations - ruled by the royal monarchs known across the galaxy as the Marks Brothers.
"This is an effin quotastrophe!" cried Bones McTallen. "Quoteunquote is on the other side of the Universe, our dilithium batteries are only at sixty-eight percent charge, and we haven't even had had lunch yet!"