[ Everything about this is horrible. Sooo fucking horrible. Where were all her lovers when she needed them? Hmph! She should send them some strongly worded poems.

Monika grumbles quietly and thumps down into the seat, scooting as far to the opposite side as she can with her arms crossed. It's probably futile, but it makes her feel better. ]

Aren't you such a gentlebear? Haha.