Steve stood gaping at Aku as she stripped of her mini gown, leaving her G-string. He noticed the look on her face and he could tell she wasn’t feeling perturbed.

A few minutes ago she overpoured her tea, tossed a flute over, banged every door that came her way and nagged at every Dick Tom and Harry.

“Do we have the false baby bump,” she asked arrogantly, staring at it and wondering if it matched her skin.

Steve went straight and picked up the one on the floor. “The makeover and costume artist brought this earlier today. But I don’t think it matches your skin.”

He came behind Aku and...