And in front of her eight goons stood the architect herself, the wicked sorceress of the West, whose hair was in complete disarray, whose tears had caused her eyeliner to fall in black streaks across her cheeks, and who was looking morosely down into the dirt while an entire nation gawked at her still crimson derriere.
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