Well, you know how it goes. Some men start bullying and stealing from the locals, then they harass you, then you remember how fun it is to watch them crawl on the ground and beg for mercy as their dying breaths leave their body-

You're the one who'll be begging for mercy, bitch! Men, form up!

-and one thing leads to another. Gentlemen? I know we'd all love to get back to the killing, but first, allow me to play a simple song before I am torn to shreds. A farewell song, if you will.

[She readies her cello, placing the bow on the strings...]