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War rode her Harley straight through the portrait that guarded the door to the Bitchiwitch common room, causing the sweet little forest animals to run screaming from the frame as the canvas shredded under her tires.

She skidded to a halt, and kicked the Harley silent. Looking around the deserted hall, she grinned evilly. It was all hers. All of it.

Apparently, Bitchiwitch had once had students there. But the Hat had told her (after she seduced him) that Rita Repulsa and the Raptor were no longer there. So it was hers to remodel, to reign over – Bitchiwitch was War’s domain now. She could do as she damn-well pleased.

First, the place needed to be properly trashed.

Owl to all villains:

Come one, come all, to a Bitchiwitch refurbishing party!

War is here, and asks any and all malcontents, discontents, and avant-garde or renegade decorators to help her make Bitchiwitch nice and homey. The theme is red leather and weaponry.

And for Armageddon’s sake, bring liquor.

- War

Satisfied, she stalked off to find the best bedroom.