I hate to say this, but Amanda was so irritating with her SMS addiction we decided to prepare special quarters for her a few kilometers from the actual mothership. Since the smallest thing the engineers from Drexell 9 know how to make is as long as a football field (they like their space) Amanda didn’t notice the reduction in the size of her quarters very much.
Amanda hung around patiently, hoping she might be abducted up to the mother-ship again for more intimate probing and vile experiments
