Indeed my loyal peoples, it is Us, your sovereign, Supreme BitchQueen of the Universe. We have decided to take today, the Day of Thor's, as Our day to speak to you in an informal and comfortable way. As an aside - do you suppose Lord Thor would be upset that We have commandeered his day, so to speak? Ah, well. Even ancient deities must make concessions for the Ruler of the Universe. Note, We are merely the ruler of this universe, not the multiverse. We are more than busy presiding over all sassery, snarkism, bitchiosity, and attitudeness in this one -verse, thank you, and do not wish to extend our rule and responsibility.
We would like to mention the other members of our Cabinet, heretofore known as our Corset Mafia, that are unable to contribute.
Firstly is our Secretary of Whoopah!, Count Sir Mixalot Bethany, and her daughter, Kiwi, Archprincess of Mood Swings. As you see, my dearest subjects, We must delegate Our tasks. Our rule is a very difficult thing, and it takes up much more time than even We have in a day. We are eminently grateful to Our Tsarina Dinosauress Amy, Designated Polyglot, Minister of Silly Walks, and Keeper of Fake Accents, her discovery of Lucy, Director of Bellyrubs, Korean Ambassador, Duchess of Adorable Puppy Eyes, and of course We thank Our Padisha Boom-boom Katie of Yarnia, Keeper of the Sacred Yarn Ball and Friend to Cats. Without our distinguished Corset Mafia, our rule would crumble into chaos.
Ah - our duties call. We will write again next Thor's Day and acquaint you with more details of our rule.
Until then We remain, Jenna, Supreme BitchQueen of the Universe and Femnazi Extraordinaire.