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Korvayne storms through the halls of one of those insert name here type of things, and comes upon a luxurious door marked: TRILLIONAIRES.

Korvayne looks absolutely stunning, because, come on guys, do I really need to spell it out for you in several sentences? You already know how fucking sexy she is. One thing to note is that she's wearing a fantastical fur coat made from the finest of slain baby seals.

Oh and she has her newly won TV Title around her waist. Can't forget that all important detail.

Her fat ass Simp trails behind her, the Bottle of Korvayne's Essence clutched tightly to his chest.

She snaps her fingers and merely points at the door. That's it. That's all she has to do. No words. The Simp spin kicks the door wide open... and the room is empty. A startled voice chimes in from their right.

"Excuse me, miss, you can't go in there. The Trillionaires are not in the building currently."

Kor spins to her right and is offended by the sight of a very pretty young female secretary. Probably more looks than ability to do the secretary job. Some say the hiring standards of the Trillionaires are great.... and most of those saying it are men.

"How dare you," Korvayne sneers at her.

"Excuse me?"

"How dare you be pretty. How dare you try to compete with the uncompete-able! ME!"

The really pretty secretary is confused, as any woman would be by Kor's nonsense.

"Uh, well, I'm sorry for offending you. The Trillionaires aren't in the building. Maybe I can assist you in some way?"

"You know what?" Korvayne's hostility softens and she approaches the smoking hot secretary. "Yes you can. You can assist... my fist." Outta nowhere she uppercuts the woman so hard she falls back into her chair, eyes crossing. "With your chin."

Korvayne waits a few moments, letting her Simp ransack the room, while she lightly slaps the poor secretary back to consciousness..... and greets her with a pointed finger in her chest. "You listen here bitch. When Dumb, Dumber, and Dumbest get back from their goat rodeo, you tell them I, THE GREAT KORVAYNE, declare.. no.. DEMAND... they change their goddy, boring, bland title row menu from this..."

She slams a piece of paper down on her desk.

 

"Which still has that fugly bitch Gorgo's name on it....

TO THIS..."

"It better have my name on it and done with the same color font and style as in this picture. You tell them they better do it.... or there will be violence!"

The poor secretary nods agreeably and vows to deliver the message to the trio of power players. She snaps her fingers and her Simpling barges out of the office and files in step behind her.  They safely leave and live happily until she gets pissed off about something again. The end.