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[Yzma emerges through the tiny doorway looking a little aggravated for having to hike up her dress and crawl though. She grumbles about chafing her knees, a dusts herself off just in time to see a mounted button-eyed llama head on the opposite wall...that's right, proof that Kuzco's dead, dead, dead!]
Well! This is certainly a bit more like it!
[She purrs, looking pleased but mightily suspicious. She tiptoes around the corner, looking out upon a vast hallway, lined with portraits of herself in various flashy poses.]
Well! This is certainly a bit more like it!
[She purrs, looking pleased but mightily suspicious. She tiptoes around the corner, looking out upon a vast hallway, lined with portraits of herself in various flashy poses.]