"Turn back, or we'll disintegrate you now,"
The Grokulator's crew feels foes convey.
Yectara grits her teeth, lets out a howl,
And launches toward a console. On her way
She plants a kiss on her Pepito's face,
Then screams out "Brace for Field Maneuver Three!"
And punches in the code that lets them race
Far from the scene, the code that sets them free.
Pepito, knowing not what next to do,
Just watches dumbly as his fellow hands
Curl into tiny masked balls; soon the crew
Like so many pillbugs just float in bands
Of velvet black. And then there comes a rip
Through time and space that frees them and their ship.