She had painted her fingernails a pale shade

She had painted her fingernails a pale shade of purple, and was now moving onto her toes.

"I-I thought it was obvious." She finally looks up and raises an eyebrow, her pale blue eyes as cold as a winter gust. "Put that thing back where it came from or so help me," she

said. "I will RIP your lips off and you'll have NO more cookies!" A gasp was heard and the minnehoonies dispersed. "But-but what off ice cream?" Asked the queen, quivering in her

spangled up-do. A powdered jackanape rushed after the minnehoonies but they had already eaten he icecream. They were executed by he queen and it would be happy ever after except

her queen overruled he queen, revoked his estrangement, & commanded he queen to her boudoir. He queen rebelled & half the realm went with him. In the Marat Baths he queen plotted.

"I will pretend I have been stabbed in the bath," plotted He-Queen, "and then when She-Queen orders my body removed, I'll jump up and say: Fools!" That would really piss her off.

But the best laid plans of mice and men… The He-Queen played dead in the bath, stabbed; the She-Queen undressed, slid down into the tub, saying, “When you’re done playing, wash my

butt." You see, the He and She Queens had such an intimate and trusting relationship that such a request was entirely reasonable in this context. "Ok, fine. But this knife in my

Trousers spreads open like a flower and becomes a spinning cutting disc." Unbeknownst to them, this was the secret code which eliminated intolerance in the West. They were free now