voicetesting, homeless forever. (canon is Priscilla, Queen of the Desert)

[queen_father]

Y'know. I don't even know why y' bothered to get me this thing. Ain't like yer gonna actually let me go anywheah. Y'won't even consider another game, an' yer at yer "limit" at th' place you're so head-over-snatch in love with.

And what's this "even if I wasn't, you wouldn' make it theah" bullshit? Who're you t' say if I would or not? I'll have you know, missy, I've got a good ten years on you at least, and which one of us made it through the GAFA in a broken-down bus and climbed King's Canyon in heels and full frock?

Ansah me THAT, dahling.

Then maybe we'll see if I stay cooped up in this little box'a yers. ... Ugh, wait, no, bad choice'a words. ... Then again, maybe not. It DOES stink like one, not goin' nowhere.

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[cockinafrock]

[Looks her up and down] If y'can't even answer that question I can safely say it's been so long I wonder if y'could even find my ass so you could make good on that threat.

[Sticks her tongue out and laughs]

[queen_father]

Oh, don't we think we're a barrel'a laughs.

[cockinafrock]

Why, yes, in fact. We do!

[queen_father]

Just 'cuz yer a queen don't mean y' get t' use th' Royal We, Felicia. Don't be an idiot.