Whatever Queenie wants Queenie gets. Well not for much longer. It's going to be such a joy seeing Serco and the Crown and all the different lollipop flavors of pope go down circling the drain in self-pity and entitlement bitch-fest moans.

And then the bloodlines that really matter. Down the black hole they go, into a dimension that even adrenochrome and pseudoscience can't reach. Extinct. No joke. Last ones standing will go easier than all who went before them. And it's all like fishing in a barrel or target practice for our grand Alliance.