For the King I’ve made the finest suit of clothes in all the land!
Nobody wants to see that.
You have gained our favor. You are now the Minister of the Royal Wardrobe.
I need about three-fiddy
cue music Purple Reign
the ‘king’ can say whatever he likes - this **King **has the support of the tiger wielding pie bringing people and has promised beer.
Your typo will be your undoing.
Now, where’s my royal guardsman?
I have the tiger-retriever ready to gaurd the
King-o-dude as he sits on his toilet, er throne.
Right here boss. Who do you need drawn and quartered?
I thought we’re an anarcho-syndicalist commune.
No, we’re a syndicalist-anarcho collective… or was it a collectivist-anarcho syndicate? I can’t keep it straight.
Pretenders to the throne can quibble about trivialities like grammar. The true king speaks how he likes.
Your whining from the dungeon will go unanswered.
All this palace intrigue is wearing on the nerves. I’m just looking for my Prince. His shiny armor was delivered. And the trash needs to go out to the curb.
You have been confined to the oubliette.
Mr Shine’s house of guillotines is now open for business, at very reasonable prices. Just sayin’
Sorry dude, you can’t lock me up, I have the Praetorian Guard backing me up, and we are loyal to the true and rightful king, simster the magnificent.
You were too busy appointing ministers, viziers, and jesters while ignoring the people and the need for beer.
I say unto my followers thusly…
Beer - beer and beer. We shall have beer from the kegs, the cans and the rivers themselves shall flow with the water that makes thine beer.
We shall also have pizza - and pretzels.
Let those that stand with that four-eyed guy rejoice - for they shall have beer as well - for I am an honorable and just King. but for him - he can have… well hell - he can have a beer too - but only one - until he dost see the error of his ways.
uhhh — better make that four then.
Sorry I’m late, did sombody say paté? Or was that pah-tey? Potty?
If it was paté, that’s beckdawreck’s department, but ne careful, I’ve heard it can be, effervescent.
The potty is down the hall, last door or the right (throne room is to the left you drunk idjit)
Now, where and when is the corona, er coronation party?
He’s nothing but a jackass in a fancy metal can
Prices slashed!!!
Youtube Simpson’s clip that summarizes my response.