WITH THE RECENT RESURGENCE OF FUCHSIAS SWINGING THEIR CULLING FORKS ABOUT, I'VE BEEN CONSIDERING THINGS. THE BEFORAN EXPERIENCE WAS A JOKE, A PREDECESSOR TO THE FAILED EXPERIMENT OF ALTERNIA'S MASSIVE SPACE SPANNING EMPIRE. CLEARLY THAT SYSTEM FAILED, OR AT LEAST, IN MANY TIMELINES IT MANAGED TO DO SO. SO FUCK IT. WHY NOT A HUMAN? I CAN GET BEHIND HER CONTINUOUS POUNDING OF IMPERIAL ASS CLEARLY UNUSED TO LOSING AT WORDPLAY WITH SYCOPHANTIC LAPDOGS. THE YOUNGER DOGS OF THE EARTH-C EMPIRE HAVE BITE, AND THUS ARE MORE WORTHY OPPONENTS OF MY IRE. MAY THE BEST EMPRESS (OR EMPRESS-LIKE, IN THIS CIRCUMSTANCE) TAKE THE CAKE, IF YOU'LL EXCUSE THE OBVIOUS CROCKER-BAIT. DESPITE MY DISDAIN FOR THE WOMAN, AT LEAST SHE'S SHARP. #NOTMYEMPRESS #THISCORPOBITCHTHO #INEEDHERTOWIN #SOTHATFISHCANLOOSE #ANDTHENICANEVENTUALLYWIN
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