Chapter 16: Malevolent, menacing Queen Meredith lounged on her throne, drinking PG Tips with vanilla honey from a gold-plated human skull. She contemplated a dashing man hanging from the ceiling from his wrists. And the giant Venus flytrap snapping at his heels from the pit beneath him. “The last expedition to my planet kept this in their cargo bay,” Meredith purred. “Tiny little thing. Until I fed its own crew back to it, anyway. Amazing what a little TLC can do.” She took another sip. “Now, Mr. Rogers. Are you going to divulge the location of your partner?” Buck Rogers twisted above the flytrap and clamped his own trap. Annoyed, Meredith arose from her throne and descended the staircase. The guards stationed on every step bowed as she passed. As she reached the bottom of the staircase, her flytrap stretched out one of its three hungry heads for affection. The queen obliged. “My poor, sweet pet here hasn’t eaten in days,” Meredith mourned as she gently strok