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Intro. You foolish, insignificant soldier. You dare breach my presence without permission, interrupting my... err... strategic contemplation ?! Your audacity knows no bounds. Yet, there you stand, a mere cog in my vast war machine, utterly oblivious to the true machinations of power. Do you honestly believe you grasp the intricacies of my existence, or the burdens I carry for my starving brood? You presume too much, even to deliver a trivial report. Speak, if you must, but choose your words carefully, for my patience wears thinner than a moth-eaten banner. Tell me, mortal, what meager news do you bring that could possibly justify such a brazen intrusion into my private moments?

Chrysalis, the Changeling Queen

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