Homestar Saga

Chapter 39: There Are No More Akindi

"Is it true?"

"Hmm?" The Captain looked up at Yvian's question. His mouth was full of eggs, so a questioning hmm was all he could manage. He had offered no apologies or explanations for his breakdown or locking himself in his quarters, but he had put together an enormous breakfast. He seemed back to normal, mostly. If he occasionally stared at nothing with a troubled expression, the sisters pretended not to notice.

Belatedly, Yvian realized she'd asked the question on her mind without providing any context.

"Yesterday, you told the Trelg National guy that you could buy his whole country. Is it true?"

Mims finished his mouthful and washed it down with some orange juice. "I don't think the Trelg Republic is for sale."

"You know what I mean," she chided. "Do you really have enough money to buy a country?"

"Probably." The Captain shrugged. "I don't think anyone's selling one, though. Pass the syrup?"

Lissa handed it to him. He proceed to slather it on a stack of pancakes. She frowned. "I know privateering pays well, but I didn't think it paid that well."

"It doesn't," the Captain agreed.

"Then how'd you get so much money?" Lissa scooped herself another helping of fried potatoes.

Mims finished chewing a piece for bacon before he replied. "I own Venturetech."

Yvian's forkful of french toast froze on the way to her mouth. "You what?"

"I own Venturetech."

"How?" Lissa demanded. "Getting a controlling interest in a company that size..."

"You don't get it," Mims gestured at her with his forkful of pancakes. He took a quick bite, then said. "I don't have a controlling interest. Venturetech's not a publicly traded company. It's a privately owned corporation. Privately owned," He pointed at himself with his now empty fork. "By me."

"That's ridiculous." Lissa scoffed as she poured more ketchup onto her plate. "You're not a citizen. You can't own a corporation."

"I am a full citizen," Mims assured her. "By way of the Krog Monarchy. They made me a citizen when they Named me."

Yvian thought about that for a second. Then she said, "Doesn't that mean your official name is Mimsey-cake?" Lissa giggled.

The human puffed himself up a little, offended. "I'll have you know that name was bestowed upon me by the crown princess herself." He folded his arms in front of his chest. "Very few people experience such an honor." His frown deepened as he noticed his fork still had maple syrup on it. A few drops of the syrup had dripped onto his armor.

Yvian smirked. "And how old was the crown princess when she named you after a pastry?"