Goddamn It, Donut

Carl, I've decided I'm going to be a diva this floor.

I've already insulted the Duke. Donut, please. She was a

prize-winning cat with a pedestal life. Now she's a level 30 mage causing nothing but

strife. I'm standing in the mud, just a guy with a bomb

while she's talking to the viewers with a cold catty calm. She bought a

sparkly tiara when we needed some gear. She's shouting at the goblins.

Your fashion is drear. I'm trying to be tactical, I'm trying to

be smart. But she just cast a fireball and blew the map apart.