[The mirror will flicker on to reveal a young woman sitting in the grass. She has already thrown the dress as far away as it will go, and has pulled a wife beater and a pair of jeans on instead. She is in the process of lacing up her black boots, and the air is punctuated with curses.]Think they can fuckin' put me in a dress, I'll rip them a new
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What do you mean, least they can do? Who the fuck had the cojones to drag me here?
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As for who sent you here, you can blame the Queen for that. She's the one that runs this place, and she's the craziest one out of the bunch. You can get in, but you sure as hell can't get out.
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The Queen. What, she some kind of Villain? Because I am fucking old hat at handing villains. Trust me.
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