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Jane Crocker doesn't have a lot of time to waste on social media. Big society-altering business decisions don't get made on a lax schedule. After a few dozen honk alerts, though, she allows herself a break to see what the hullabaloo is. She sees it, and she can't breathe. Her lover, her confidante, her clown of many years, being desecrated by a bunch of treasonous monsters. Jane barely has time to register one gutting blow before another follows it. A sob chokes itself out of her.

JANE: Oh, Tavros, no!

JANE: He wouldn't--

JANE: Tavros loves his Gamzee! Those rebels must have captured my sweet baby and corrupted his mind.

JANE: My family! My entire family!

JANE: This cannot go unavenged.