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[princeofknaves]

[ Somewhere in Adstringendum, there is a man standing on a circular stage. The area around him is desolate. Barren. The light from the outside world only comes in through fractured windowpanes, skittering across the the ground only to be refracted off of pools of dank, almost brackish water. ]

Come one, and come all to the largest celebration of

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[feline_sonata]

Oh, how cute. You've found some friends.

The feast of fools...I'm almost surprised anyone else has ever heard of that.

I'm sure you want to be the Lord of Misrule, yes?

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[princeofknaves]

[ Some shouts: "OPA!"; laughter ]

...And why would I take that from our gentle King Midas, here?!

[ More laughter ]

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[feline_sonata]

Perhaps not. I do know how much you seem to like Al...you do mean the boy who can change things to gold, I assume? You've such a soft spot for him, after all.

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[princeofknaves]

I mean the King! Bedecked in his Ass's hat and hooves, Midas of the Golden Touch!

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[feline_sonata]

Ahh, I see. Seems you've gathered quite the crowd about you, hmm? Midas himself...

Do give him a hug for me, won't you? And a kiss? It would be so wonderful if the two of you could get close...

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[princeofknaves]

Sorry baby but that train's already left this station! bWUAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

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[feline_sonata]

A real shame. You'd look so good in gold, I think...