The Shadow-of-her-former-self Lady

Many are the folks who wished her a quick violent death in the 80s and 90s.

I find that a slow, humiliating one has got its advantages too.

May you fill many more nappies before your soul mate the Horned One comes to suck with delectation the last breath to pass those dry, merciless, unloving lips of yours.

This blip is brought to you by the spirit of Christmas, joy and reconciliation.
Except of course for the Dark Baroness, the Iron Droid.