Bunny, fed up with the sheer karmic distribution and emotional imbalance left in the wake of recent events is drafting an invoice.
"To: Big Tech, Ex-Boyfriend, Serial Moochers, Account Hackers, Dramatic Family Members, and anyone who feels they fit in this address line:
Re: The Queen's Bank Account, Personal Data, Emotional Investments
Due: Literally anything more than $20
Payment Terms: Immediately
Notes: We accept Venmo, PayPal, or direct deposit. Also accepting: health insurance, a water filtration system, and one (1) pint of chocolate caramel ice cream to replace the one that was stolen by the oldest Heir while hiding in the sunroom. Receipts available upon receipt of funds. Until then, enjoy the previews."
ps. You're out here doing corporate-level reconnaissance and I'm here like "cool, cool, cool... I still can't afford gas tho."