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As your new subjects rise to their feet from your last order, you turn to face your pals with a smug grin on your face.
“What?” Asks Talbot in a wary voice as he and the rest of your pals slowly disembark from the boat.
Nothing, you giggle, it’s just… it’s <span class="mu-i">cute</span>, is all. Their suggestions, that is! Turning your attention back to your skeletons, you clear your throat and spread your arms wide to address them! Now hear this, you begin, as their newly-crowned <span class="mu-g">QUEEN,</span> you have a <span class="mu-s">ROYAL</span> decree to give!
“Oh man…” Mutters one of the skeletons worriedly, “A… a <span class="mu-s">ROYAL DECREE!</span>”
“I <span class="mu-i">KNOW!</span>” Squawks a pelican skull!
The decree is thus, you continue, they will scour this town and find any skeletons still loyal to <span class="mu-r">TIM</span>... and <span class="mu-s">DESTROY</span> them!
A hippo skeleton raises a shaky claw in the air. “Erm, pardon me, Stan-”
<span class="mu-s">QUEEN STANLEY,</span> bitch!
“R-right, <span class="mu-g">QUEEN STANLEY</span>-that’s um… that’s kind of a conflict of interest, right there bec-”
Good thing you weren’t done <span class="mu-i">explaining</span>, now is it!? What’s your name anyways?
“... I’m Trenton-”
Not anymore he ain’t! You’re gonna call him ‘<span class="mu-s">DOUBTING THOMAS</span>’ because of all the doubting he’s doing right now! Besides, you groan, you weren’t done explaining, so ZIP IT!
Lowering his hand, <span class="mu-s">DOUBTING THOMAS</span> nods for you to continue. As if you needed <span class="mu-i">his</span> permission! Anyways, you continue with growing irritation, they must also create massive bone piles around the city–preferably underneath <span class="mu-r">TIM’S</span> fort because that’d be really funny, but if they have a better place for one then they can do that!
“Well-”
Maybe light some bonfires, too–those would look pretty cool.
“My queen… California’s a wildfire state a-”
Look around, <span class="mu-i">dipshit</span>! The whole town’s already on fire! Hell, <span class="mu-i">Tory</span>’s still on fire–who cares!?
“Ye-”
Almost done! Last but not least, you conclude, they should also stage a few fights between themselves every now and then–y’know, to make it look like they’re still loyal to that bag of bones! And to keep ‘em limber, of course.
Punctuating your orders with a deep breath, you scan the crowd and ask if anyone has questions!
Woah, that’s a lotta hands.
>CONTD.
