Getchur amatuer scenia outta here!

BOW, FOOLISH MORTALS, BEFORE THE INEXORABLE MIGHT OF WINTER. ALL SHALL CRACK AS THE ICE ITSELF BEFORE THE BIG GUY WITH THE DEADWOOD CROWN. COWER. SHIVER. BE WEARY AND COOL. READ TO BUILD A FIRE BY JACK LONDON. I GUESS.

Is it horizontal or an organ? Give it a poke to see.

I 'ardly know 'er y!

This is one of those zany chapters with like a billion perspectives but all that matters is Mommy.

Ngl, this is mostly an answer to the question "Why isn't this chapter just called Catherine's Plan (Redux)?"

Swerving from one place to the next, the Princess wildly overestimates her cunning.

This chapter is an affront to the gods, so we implore you to cover your face while reading it and your ears while listening.

What do you get when you have a lie but plural? You guessed it: an episode of PGTEE! This one is especially special because it has discussions AND comments.

Imagine, if you will, the perfect woman. Her uncle is also there.