Author: Bloody Mary
{oOo}
"My agent saw her," a seductive voice whispered.
"ANd
PInk buTterflies
siNGing abOuT sQuaTs," another grumbled.
"I TOLD YOU, YOU SHOULD LET ME HANDLE THAT," growled a third.
"Now, now, Khorne," a fourth speaker joined, this one sounding like a jolly grandfather (dying of several terminal diseases), "it's unfair to hold a grudge over the foibles of others. Slaanesh is still so young... "
"Oh, and how would you do it?" the first voice hissed. "Drip puss on people until they tell you?"
The second speaker sighed heavily, before saying, in a resigned tone:
"ToO lAte.
ShE IS BaCk on tERra."
There was a moment of confused silence and the speaker supplied, "It waS on tHe nEwS."
{oOo}
