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| behold my prize |
The Killer Queen sits victorious over the motionless carcass of her vanquished foe...
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| (playing) dead? |
At her feet, the tiny vole lies prostrate and silent on a soft, deep bed of lush, green grass...
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| play with me |
Feeding the desire to humiliate her new minion further, the Queen demands amusement...
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| bollocks |
Deeply unimpressed, the Queen looks away in resigned annoyance...before spotting the camera, and immediately recognising the PR potential in the situation.
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| you can have it... |
In an act of generosity befitting her sovereign status, the Queen gifts the unwanted prize to a lowly subject, who bows deferentially, as convention dictates.
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| you're welcome... |
Comfortable in her supreme coolness, yet unable to suppress her sarcasm, the Queen departs, never looking back...
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| ooh check it out |
The usually rebellious May-Z, despite having this time been cowed by the Queen's casual indifference, is unable to resist the lure of a captive vole....
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| play with me! |
A sharp stab with the claws is usually enough to get them going...
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| hello? |
And yet it seems ineffective this time...wtf?
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| nah it's broken, rubbish... |
Suddenly understanding the Queen's unexpected generosity, May-Z loses interest and departs the scene with an air of cool, un-feigned indifference...
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| riveted by the unfolding drama |
Meanwhile, Anna can barely contain her excitement as she watches from a safe distance...
Fin
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