[It's exactly how she'd want to go.

She rises to her feet, but it doesn't stop the little leg stepper from continuing to chew at the leather of her shoe, nor from a second goat chomping down on her trouser leg. Really, she finds their bad behaviour deeply endearing.]

Me too, to be fair. But I was kiiiinda angling for something more badass, you know? The kind of shit people write songs about. The kind that makes history. Not the sort that makes people go awwww.