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[faceofdesai]

Cry, cry. Or fight if it tingles and pleases your demented and twisted little senses. If you have nothing better to do than to cry, then you deserve every last bit of what happens to you as you walk amidst grass of blades and blades of flowers. Whine and orbit yourselves amidst your own plights and allow your self-absorption to exacerbate the

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[Voice]

[broughthimback]

Becoming concerned? Whatever's wrong, your majesty?

[Voice]

[faceofdesai]

Why, so many things, so many things, my emaciated feline.

[Voice]

[broughthimback]

Fear doesn't suit you.

[Voice]

[faceofdesai]

Ah, ah, so quick to use such a profane word. Profane, naughty word. Be careful what you say to me, 'lest you lose that scrawny mouthy against your will. Off with it, indeed.

[forsvaret]

Just point the way, your majesty~.

[faceofdesai]

Alice~

You know what she is who she is find her and do what it is that you know is needed. Off with her head, if she refuses to end her fight and accept the will that is done.

[forsvaret]

Right away, your majesty~.