Well, I have to admit that my original concept of the queen’s personality didn’t really feature her being such a…uh…party-positive person. But I ended up drawing this strip right around the time when the Boris Johnson government in Britain collapsed under the weight of its accumulated scandals…so when it came to envisioning what a meeting between this queen and her prime minister would look like, I couldn’t help but be a bit influenced by the then current events.

Naturally, at that point I assumed that the Johnson government would be marked as an all-time low…I really had no way of anticipating that there would be nothing but a further steep decline in the future.

So, yeah, that’s why the queen is now canonically a party person, to put it mildly. But I think it kinda suits her? Because this way, there’s at least less of a question why the twins are the way the are, or why the queen tolerates it. She definitely can’t claim any moral high ground over them, laying on the floor like that. But, who knows, perhaps it’s a culturally party-positive planet in general, and it’s really nothing out of the ordinary by local standards.

But it’s not the main issue, anyway. That being, instead, that the queen (and by extension her henchtwins) are self-professed Aliens! Which provides even more justification for the name of the chapter, and also explains how they have some prior acquaintanceship with dear old Latho. And apparently it wasn’t entirely enjoyable, but that’s probably the default assumption, now that Latho has revealed its true tentacly nature.

More* on Monday

* More BMC, I mean, not more British government chaos.**

** Not that I could rule that out entirely, though…