“One last thing,” Beyonce said to her sister as she hurriedly dropped Blue Ivy off at her sister’s place. “She’s going to want cheese.”
“I have cheese,” Solange said, adjusting her black robes. It was a great responsibility to babysit the second coming of the Antichrist, and frankly she had…
“She would be god damned if she was going to cut up any motherfucking cheese into the shape of a motherfucking duck for Illuminati’s Very Youngest.”
