The Throneroom of the King of Doesntreallyexistia....
King: How goes the plans of war, advisor?
Royal Advisor: Well, your Highness, umm... why exactly are we waging war against Chantania?
King: Why?! Why?! Because someone stole money from my personal chambers while I was otherwise indisposed.
RA: "Otherwise indisposed", sir?
King: I was taking a dump, alright?! Geez... I was trying to be discrete about it, man.
RA: Sorry, sir. But Sire, is that a good enough reason to go to war? We don't even know if Chantania was involved....
King: Not involved?! Not involved?! Of course they were! Who else would be underhanded enough to stoop to stealing from me while I was on the crapper?
RA: Well, sir I don't...
King: .... And another thing, advisor. Who around here is wearing a crown, huh?! [points to his head]
RA: Why, you of course, sir...
King: Good, that means I make the rules around here, and if I say we're going to war -- then by golly we're going to war!!
::The King stomps out of the throneroom::
::The Court Musician enters the room after the King exits::
Court Musician: My goodness, the King certainly isn't acting like himself lately, is he?
RA: No, no he's not.... As long as I've known him, he's always been level-headed and reasonable. Something is definitely wrong here...
::The Royal Advisor exits the throneroom, leaving the Court Musician to be the only one in the room to hear an odd thunderous sound in the distance... ::
