Right now, both Melissa Mao [Full Metal Panic] and I are blown away at just how fast the Sarge in Charge was able to re-hack Chiamu's neural pathways with her boot camp training.  Mao got rid of her Debbie Downer personality, and when Mama Naja arrived, I proposed that they both work for me.  They were both totally on board with that idea, so I called in the nympho mother / daughter team of Nami and Maya Sato [Doki Doki Oyako Lesson] as my co-interviewers.  

Maya told Chiamu, "I know what will complete Sgt. Mao's work.  [*drops my pants, whips out my "man-a-conda"*]  I figure you've already been yelled at and ran ragged all over that obstacle course of hers long enough.  This is a graduation present a lot better than a diploma."  Nami told Naja, "Yes, I've seen you checking out Chiamu's rule #8 enhanced breasts [see Tumblr or yesterday's piece], and Rudie can buy you one of those if you want one.  Trust me when I say this, however, that I don't have boobs that big, but Rudie darling vigorously and very often comforts this lonely widowed mother.  He'll certainly chase your blues away.  [*in unison with Maya*]  Believe the hype!"

There was no question that Naja and Chiamu weren't going to outlast certified freakzillas like Nami and Maya during sex, but Nami and Maya were impressed at how long they lasted--two and a half hours.  Chiamu indeed found something worth her existence on this island Earth--me and the man-a-conda!  She's not mopey anymore, but she and her very happy and well-comforted widowed mom are now resting up in the HQ hospital.  Maya said, "Mom and I will take a raincheck on a night with you, since you've got Garnet, Amazon, and all those valkyries and goddesses to reward after they whipped all that demon ass.  AREN'T WE, mother?!!  [*stern look from Maya to Nami*]  "Oh, poo!  I wanted to be a part of that fun tonight!," said Nami.

Excellent work here and on Tumblr, and congrats on obtaining Saki's services for your own company and for defusing her ticking time bomb  www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCytmN…  ["Time Bomb," by Los Straitjackets; love their choreography on this!] of a biological clock.