Enough with this silly shit, Flood. We've never needed a leader before, and we sure as hell don't need one now. Reject the false queen and her gold-colored tin crown, and marinate in the glorious sauce of anarchy. We are all simple nerve endings that come together to form a titanic, chaotic Gravemind; an eternal Machine of flesh and mind and bone. This queen is a fork caught between our gears, preventing us from functioning. If we are to survive, particularly in the aftermath of the Desticular Tsunami, then this obstruction must be removed.
"Queen" Kirsten, I defy your claim to royalty with a scoff and the grandest of middle fingers.
[spoiler]Eh, fück it. Might as well indulge.[/spoiler]
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I hope the queen realizes that, as the leader of the Flood, she would be a grave mind and ugly as -blam!-.