Someone go get some Kleenex, because it is getting weepy up in here.
Queen Totti has started her pity party in full force, and someone needs to call the waaambulance to administer First Aid. Things are at an all time low for the self appointed Queen of the kingdom.
Totti McStotty lashes out at anyone she feels is slighting her, and her baseless accusations are starting to grow old. The Freak Factory has closed, and all the workers are milling in the streets, blocking Totti's path to glory.
The Enlightened Ones are deciding who they will elect as their next queen. True to form, the dismantling of the Royal place has begun.
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