Kerrigan's Office, Wednesday All Day

Okay, a second visit to the office had made it very obvious that that chair just wasn't going to work. So Kerrigan was in the office now, carefully dismantling the arm guards of the chair.

And carefully ignoring the three rats sitting on the back of the chair, singing something that she was pretty sure would've made her ears bleed if she'd still been human.

"For crap's sake, island."

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