i've been privy to some pretty sensitive information in my time and i'll tell you this: you're not going to BELIEVE who wins the alliance-federation peace dance-off
"It's impossible, Simms!" cries Noemi. "No one can match the dance moves of Steele's Serkr Team!"
All hope seems lost. Once more, Admiral Steele has calculated victory, snatched from the jaws of improbability.
A voice rings out. It's gloating tones are familiar to Noemi although she's not sure from when or where. But it's an impossible champion for an improbable challenge.
"Noemi, you're so stupid - it's me, your brother."