[Amber's room has been rendered, by Q, to the room of her childhood. There are fluffy pillows, tiaras, and clothes everywhere. There is a stage, as well--everything a diva could want ( Read more... )

I surgery would be so awesome right now.

But I guess I'm learning to deal.

What the fuck. NO SERIOUSLY?!

Screw you, Q.

[Private to Kirk]

Looks like maybe a threesome isn't the best idea. We should get together anyway, hottie.

Who got killed?

[Private to Kirk]

You know, Captain Hottie...if you're into Shego, we could try to arrange a threesome...

I mean, I love Q and all, but it's like...a zen devotion thing. A girl's still got other needs...

Q...

Can we talk?

...please?

DOES ANYONE HAVE A FUCKING DRINK?

Would someone care to share a drink with me...please?

MY WARDEN IS A FUCKING FUCKWAD JERK

I've had a shitty bad day, and some company would be nice.

I fucking hate you, Q, you fucking bastard. This isn't fair, and I'm not like that... I'm not fucking useless. I don't need surgeries, and I don't fucking need ( Read more... )

It's cool...I really wanted Stella from the beginning.

See you at rehearsal, bitches.

I'm booooooooorrrrrreeeeeeddddd.

Oh fuck yes!

I'm off to take in the Roman sweet life, bitches. See you around, maybe.

Paviche...

DID YOU STEAL MY SHOES? DID YOU?

Who stole my fucking shoes?

I don't care who is fucking in charge, SOMEONE STOLE A PAIR OF MY SHOES!

[Private to Q]

I'm running low, Q-pie. We should get together and discuss.

[Private to Loki]

I can tell you my source now, hottie.