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[Snowman's having another one of her Crazy Person Episodes over here, just glaring at nothing, hands flexing rhythmically in the air, like she wants nothing more than to tear into somebody right now with her wicked little pointy fingers.
The Prospitian takes a Ring, takes the title of Queen, takes the right to maul and mutilate an Arch-agent? Unthinkable. Unacceptable. While Snowman lounges in servitude for centuries, biding her time quietly and patiently until her reward is finally granted her, centuries and sweeps of waiting, all to be brought here at the moment of reckoning? At the moment her long, hard road finally reached its end? And the Prospitian got all her rights as Queen handed to her on a silver platter, prototypings that weren't wildly humiliating, subjects that didn't turn on her, Queenhood that extended into this ridiculous prison, into exile. That little goody two-shoes mail carrier was asking for it.
Snowman was going to punch a hole in the Prospitian's pretty little carapace with her bare fucking hands and tear out her innards one by fucking one and eat them raw.]