Princesses of the Universe
Here we are, princesses of the universe.
Not it's not the queen song, but I had it playing in my head so here's the title.
So we are the princesses of the universe, not the kind [...] those [...] a space warrior princess, feel free [...] kind of princesses in armoured space suits [...] bike that can go from Delta Vega II to Ceti Alpha V [...] skull ornated techno-swords in [...] the universe to find worthy foes.
We [...] fucking annoying, like the Galactic Imperium. Those stupid fascists think they can rule the universe, but we easily chop trough their big ugly spaceships [...] foes though, are [...] praying mantises, but way bigger, with razor sharp blades on [...] that they can jump outside the [...] crashing somewhere else.
The Giant Killgrinders are the closest thing to the best swordfighters in [...] this is [...] are Princesses of the Universe, [...] are not protecting the galaxies, we are having fun while listening to interstellar grindcore and drinking Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters.
That's it, that the end of it.
It's cheesy as fuck but that was the point lmao.
Hope you had fun ready this lousy text.