The Condor was jarred with rolling blows, the metal frame complaining with loud rumbles. Stork struggled to hold the ship under control, pupils rolling like pinballs. He flew around, trying to dodge the blasts. But how do you dodge something...that's inside the ship?

Aerrow stumbled out of his room.

"Are we under attack?" he asks.

"Nope," Piper answers, hanging onto the doorknob for dear life. "It's worse. Much worse."

"Well, what is it?" The ship does a barrel roll; everyone is tipped upside down, then back again.

Piper answers, rather tersely. "It's Junko. Junko has the hiccups."

"HIC!"