I have visions of Iain Duncan Smith in a big black cape picking her up as lightning crackles from her hands and hurling her down a big hole, where she explodes and sends violent winds rushing back up as her death rattle sounds.
Sadly I imagine the truth was far less entertaining, but at least she's dead.
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Date: 2002-09-06 03:09 pm (UTC)Sadly I imagine the truth was far less entertaining, but at least she's dead.