It is not as if she didn’t know what to do with the table-tennis bat, at least not after last time. There are just only so many things you can do with a table tennis bat when an entire herd of… whatever they were are bearing down on you, seemingly intent on enslaving the entire human race as some kind of planetary… erm… well, we were not entirely sure what.
After all, there were apparently millions of the… the alien creatures and thousands of their craft in orbit around the Earth. Some assumed they wanted to wipe out the population of the Earth and then colonise it, some said they wanted to enslave the population and do… well… do alien things to us all: possibly involving some sort of intimate probing.
She, though, said: ‘well, that’s just aliens for you, always turning up to invade the planet just when you fancied spending a nice quiet afternoon engaged in a few games of naked table tennis before moving on to explore each other’s erotic potential in a variety of other scenarios, some - maybe – including the sensual use of mayonnaise.’
However, the alien invasion put an end to all that, which was probably why she was prepared to go into battle against them all armed only with her table tennis bat.
After all, as they say: hell hath no fury like a woman left un-satiated.
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