Viska truly did not disappoint me—she had forgotten almost all the muddled things from back then. She had even tossed aside the black cloak she had loved wearing when she first joined the family. Fortunately, she still had an AI adjutant that used primitive firmware-based memory storage. Second Madman might not have been quite right in the head, but at least her memory worked. The moment she saw the image we sent over, she recalled those glorious, blood-soaked days. Nostalgically, she circled part of the image in red in her reply and introduced it to us. "Look, this was this ship's belly button back then. This ship's belly button was huge..."
The entire conference room fell silent. Even Viska stared at Second Madman's unfiltered mouth in horror. The latter showed no intention of stopping. "Doesn't it look sexy? This ship wasn't nearly this fat back then. I had such a great figure—curves where curves belonged, shape where shape belonged. Unlike now, when my waist radius is already over seven thousand kilometers..."
"You... shut up and answer our questions, okay?" I sprawled half-dead across the table, barely managing to speak. I really regretted contacting Second Madman. Of all the people I could have provoked, why did I have to provoke that loose-lipped lunatic?
"Oh, go ahead." Second Madman snapped out of reminiscing about her belly button and waistline. Her avatar in the communicator had always been a cloud of incorporeal mist. That cloud was now twisting around before gradually taking on the black-and-white form of Viska. "Oh, right. What do you think of my new look? It's way prettier than that idiot Grand Warlord."
I continued weakly, "...Fine, fine. Anyway, do you remember how you and Viska brought the Black Forest Tribes here? How did you find their homeworld, what did