The Grokulator's bridge suddenly fills
With even more black figures. Pepi sees
A chorus line of ladies, gets the chills:
They're all Yectara, varying degrees
Of her at any rate; some have more flesh
Some less; one is all metal. And there's worse
As multiple Yectaras all get fresh
With multiple Pepitos; it's perverse!
But our boy is the only one who's scared,
So easy for our queen to find and calm.
And draw him to the party they've all shared
Whenever Field Maneuver Three's been called.
Meanwhile the cacogens in their own way
Deal with themselves while captains are at play.