Bow Down To The Queen

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Are you nervous or desperate for the loo? 

Riight. Come talk to me when you’re living in reality again.

You know, I think I'd rather not. 

Just keep telling yourself that, Claw. And maybe, just maybe, it’ll be true.

It's already is, darling. I don't need to tell myself anything. 

Don’t have to know you. You’re clearly not confident about it if you’re getting all defensive. So essentially your taste sucks.

Actually, I think you do. And I actually am confident in my music taste, so, essentially you're very bad at reading people. 

If you’re a Claw, then you fall into the category.

Um, no. You know nothing about me and my wonderful taste in music. 

'Least it's a bit better than something a Claw would've picked out.

Excuse you. I have a marvelous taste in music. 

Shit. Figures since they let some Lion decide on the ball’s playlist.

Are you serious? You'd think people would've learned that they have a god-awful taste in music by now. 

Exactly. I’m going to take an educated guess and say that you are not looking forward to this.

Not particularly. It's a waste of time. 

Uhh… yeah?

Ugh.