
'Make haste, my most innocent and victimised children,' growled Organza. 'We have much vindication to inflict!'
She slithered massively up the steps, her flab moulding to them and providing a smooth ride. Her restless offspring followed in her immediate wake. She hummed a horrific tune, a collision of several pianos filled with trumpets, barely concealing her excitement.
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