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}