Good freaking job, heathens. We let the plants think for themselves and this is what happened. Surely this has to be God’s greatest t e s t and I’m not flunking it with the rest of you losers and freak lovers when the Rapture is here.

When the Emergency Election comes into play, don’t expect us Wildes to stay back. The claws are out now, bitches. 

As the school’s #1 Hottest Hottie, I noticed there’s a dirty spot here at NYADA, and frankly, it’s an offense to me and the Heavenly Host. Your BO included. Learn to take a freaking shower. Soap’s not going to kill you.

Those whose bodies aren’t for the will of God must be tamed, and you lusus are it. “Although they claimed to be wise, they became fools, and exchanged the glory of the immortal God for images of mortal man and birds and animals and reptiles. Therefore God gave them up in the desires of their hearts to impurity for the dishonoring of their bodies with one another. They exchanged the truth of God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator, who is forever worthy of praise! Amen.” Romans 1:23-25. It’s why I’m campaigning, along with the new and improved Christian Witches Association, to shepherd you lost senseless lambs back into Father’s arms, because I’m a mean hot bitch who makes stuff h a p p e n. 

Starting with you two-faced shapeshifters, I’ll be proposing we put a magic collar on you all so us poor witches can tell when you’re sinning and using your depraved powers. Got to protect the voting people here at NYADA. As for the rest of you hellish lot don’t worry about your place in line, cause I’ll cross off each and every one of you freaks of nature soon enough. 

Put your hands together and pray because the Second Coming is already upon us. You should be gracious because a Wilde is here to rid the wicked at NYADA. 

I’m doing charity work by taking you out. That means you losers, l * s u s, and lezzies better watch out, your days are numbered and St. Peter doesn’t have your name on his Good List.