Seymour - "In a space-taxi" part 2

Who: Ambassador Seymour Niples
Where: In a space-taxi
When: Short time ago
Seymour leaped up off the seat in disgust. "Are we nearly there yet
please?"
The driver checked his navigation computer and shook his head. "Still
a long while off yet pal."
Seymour spread out more newspapers and sat on the edge of the seat
with his arms wrapped around his knees.
"So tell me about your job pal." Said the driver. "Who do you work
for?"
Now this was something Seymour did like talking about. "I work for
Her Royal Highness Queen Brittany the first, Queen of England, The
United Kingdom and the Commonwealth." He said with his nose in the
air.
"Blimey pal." Said the driver. "Queen Brittany? Really?"
Seymour nodded. "I am Royal Ambassador to Her Royal Highness, my
duties-"
"Queen Brittany, the hot one that did that nude photoshoot a few
years back?"
Seymour sighed. "Her Majesty has done many things in the past few
years-"
"But she did that photoshoot though didn't she? She has these
cracking..." He moved his hands of the flight sticks and waved them
in front of his chest.
"-Including a nude photoshoot yes. It was for charity."
"Yeah pal, but oh man. It was the best thing ever. I mean, move over
Tiffany Oombits, who need three breasts when you've got such ...royal
beauties!"
Seymour shifted on his seat uncomfortably. He was well aware that
Queen Brittany was an incredible flirt, and he was constantly amazed
at how people could forget hundreds of years of proud royal
traditions when one of the young royals happens to take her clothes
off.
"Hold on pal, I think I've still got the magazine she was in. I kept
it for... a special occasion. Yeah." The driver started looking in a
drawer under his navigation computer.
"Please, could you keep your eyes on the flightpath. It looks like
there is a comet forty minutes in front of us, I don't want us to hit
it."
"Yeah don't worry pal. The navigation computer will work out out for
me." This made Seymour blink in surprise. If the navigation computer
could pilot this spaceship, what was this driver for?
The driver waved the magazine in front of Seymour's face, making him
look away bashfully. "Yes. yes I see it, thank you. I don't need to
be reminded of it again thank you very much."
"Oh. And she's in this one." The driver pulled out another
magazine. "And this!"
Seymour sighed deeply. The Royal family had declined in popularity
since the 20th Century, and this had been the first sovereign in over
two hundred years that was actually popular with the people. If only
it were for the right reasons, Seymour thought.
< To be continued! >