[ Every one of her eight limbs work in horrifying symphony, her clawed hands pressing down upon the bar while her tentacles wrap around it and heave her great mass on top of it. ]
It was I, Ursula! I killed your precious little ingenue!
[ And admitting it is cathartic. A chuckle burbles forth, deep and nasty. ]
That moralizing little sycophant was the perfect example of what the grand majority of you fools lack - the spine to do what it takes to gain your freedom!
She was weak. Not only did she have her head in the clouds, she looked down on you all from them! I was sick of her. I grabbed hold of that sweet little halo of hers and choked her with it!
You want to know why?
[ 'Why' stretches the edges of her mouth, and she completes the gesture with a grin. ]
Because I could. Because the weak were made to feed the strong and that's what I am - powerful in every right.
What are you?
[ She laughs now, a derisive bark of a thing. And she begins to sing: ]
Poor Unfortunate Souls Just suckers Who won't see The only way to win this game is doing what it takes Don't have the guts? Well not me!
Poor Unfortunate Souls Go ahead Send me along! I'm a very driven woman and I wanted to get my wish Think I'll be sorry? Then you're wrong!
[ Her last word is punctuated with an unseen crack of lightning, followed by great, bawdy peels of laughter. ]
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[ Every one of her eight limbs work in horrifying symphony, her clawed hands pressing down upon the bar while her tentacles wrap around it and heave her great mass on top of it. ]
It was I, Ursula! I killed your precious little ingenue!
[ And admitting it is cathartic. A chuckle burbles forth, deep and nasty. ]
That moralizing little sycophant was the perfect example of what the grand majority of you fools lack - the spine to do what it takes to gain your freedom!
She was weak. Not only did she have her head in the clouds, she looked down on you all from them! I was sick of her. I grabbed hold of that sweet little halo of hers and choked her with it!
You want to know why?
[ 'Why' stretches the edges of her mouth, and she completes the gesture with a grin. ]
Because I could. Because the weak were made to feed the strong and that's what I am - powerful in every right.
What are you?
[ She laughs now, a derisive bark of a thing. And she begins to sing: ]
Poor Unfortunate Souls
Just suckers
Who won't see
The only way to win this game is doing what it takes
Don't have the guts?
Well not me!
Poor Unfortunate Souls
Go ahead
Send me along!
I'm a very driven woman and I wanted to get my wish
Think I'll be sorry?
Then you're wrong!
[ Her last word is punctuated with an unseen crack of lightning, followed by great, bawdy peels of laughter. ]