“Holy Horus...this Argo VII’s a true beauty,” Jackboot whistled.
He was sitting on the Lazy Boy opposite Sam and Thunder’s couch in what Farsight had dubbed the Argo VII’s living room which was the large expanse of space between the sleeping quarters and the cockpit.
“I assume this was made with sorcery?” Jackboot’s eyes took in the length and breadth of the spacious living room. “How else can you fill up a school bus with this much space?”
“It’s science, actually,” Farsight chimed in from her spot in the driver’s seat. “We folded an artificial dimension into the Argo VII to expand its interior.”
“Well, what you Olympian chaps call science, we Egyptian heroes call—”
“Sorcery…we know.” Sam could see her rolling her eyes in the rearview mirror. “Egyptian heroes and your love for shape-shifting staves...it’s like you prefer being stuck in the dark ages.”