Shall I eject and ban him, my master?
Why would you do that? I'm here to represent my region - Lazarus, and my government - The New Lazarene Order
The trialing of president. Nice.
F#ck funkadelia, and you. Welcome back.
Shall I ban him. my Master?
I remember all of those boys. I remember every single one of them.
Shortly after the turning of the year, the regiments of the Ysirii Highlanders held their annual march in to the heart of Altenburg, to honor their ancestors, and the cause of democracy for which they had fought and died. Lady Zaharra, as usual, was there to greet them.
Just remember, a band will kick your ass and look and sound good doing it.
As His Heftiness munches happily on cookies in the royal nursery, Dr. Biggenbottom-Tubbius waddles into the room with a Tubbius-sized tape measure. A terse order to stand up and stand still sees the portly, pursy physician encircling His Corpulence. A satisfactory mmph from the doctor notes that The Tummy of Treadwellia hasn't put on a new belly-ballooning ring of flab yet this week, instead actually staying rather stable.
A huffy string of MMPH mmph mmph MMPH mmph answers the declaration. Well, I must try harder!
The Battle of the Frisian Banks, nine thousand years ago. The woman who would in later generations be known as 'Zaharra' looked back at her troops and said, "Let's go." It was all for nothing. The seas rose and drowned everything. There is a reason Lady Zaharra has a soft spot in her heart for Leonism; long ago, she was a citizen of that kingdom.
(Not doing a prank, BUT getting the usual prankster/clown paranoid about making the joker believe he is going to get what he or she deserve as a comeback prank.
It is quite satisfying, how they can become a nerve wreck.
It is funny how pranksters usually don't take well receiving what they seed.
The quick ones even learn a bit of empathy and manners.)