King Elk Forest you look familiar, did you forget about me?

Queenie huffed and rolled her eyes, Listen, fat-head. Hadn't she made that clear? The entire purpose of the conversation had been to get something out of him, something juicy that she could hold onto. With a breath, Queenie tried to make a different approach, I wanna know what's made you so angry. I could tell you something, too, if you want. Not all of Queenie's stories were necessarily true or significant, but they were stories nonetheless.