<SPOON> The Mongrel Zolotisty will never be able to describe what it is to be torn in two, especially when it is your own doing.
<SPOON> The Mongrel Zolotisty did it to please Her and she cannot remember the doing. Now she's a wastrel, a mongrel, pleased with any scrap of attention or affection cast her way.
<SPOON> The Mongrel Zolotisty is very happy. Everything seems right in the world, except maybe the scratchy feeling in the back of her throat. She coughs.