...and so Sharon, her mother, her brother Nick and Paul the Produce Guy jumped on their ship and shot into outer space pursued by the Dark Lord Nicodemus...
It's obviously an anti-gravity emitter. How can you not see that?
Centurions! Escort my mother, my sister, and our, ahem, uninvited guests to their royal chambers.
A little Pictionary is ok, but not all the time.
End of Chapter 1
Hm, my pillow needs fluffing. Centurions! Summon my mother.