[ No monstrous alien mermaid show today--nothing but handwritten Tyrian purple text showing up on the Vine's Mirrors ]

The 'queen' seems to be losing her grasp on things, don't you think?
This goes to show just how shallow her actual control is.
She fancies herself a collector, but she can hardly keep the aquarium TOG--ET)(--ER!

It's so ---EXCITING!! )(--E--E )(--E--E )(--E--E!!

Glub! Oops.

Look at this! Do you know what happens when you try to bake when know NOT)(ING about baking?

YOU GET BURN---ED!

And it is showing! She is no almighty god queen. )(er recipe for 'paradise' is failing and she is burning herself as she attempts to hide her failure.

SO. V---ERY. ---EXCIT---ED!! GLUB!! Oops.

So, who would like to reconsider rebellion? Escape?

I could not possible care what others do once she is dethroned, whether you stay, return home, or go elsewhere, so W)(Y NOT use this evidence of weakness as an excuse to begin cooperation?

Consider this an official royal invitation to all.

Sincerely,
)(er Imperious Condescension

[The little girl in the mirror's looking rather peeved about something, and she's not going to waster any time in telling you what it is. She takes in a deep breath, and then says the following at ear-splitting volume:]

Quit writin' shit down! We've all got this fancy pymaric what lets us talk like real people from a long way away! Why the hell would you use it to send words on paper? That's like buyin' a fancy plod to carry yer handbag!

[Yeah she's a bit annoyed by all the written missives lately, since she's completely illiterate.]