



large crowd eagerly awaits word from the King... They gather outside and
below his chamber window as they stare intently at the red velvet drapes
moving with the wind chanting "King Jeffulot rules! King Jeffulot
rules!!!!"...
Alas the drapes are drawn to reveal the Beautiful Queen, the Holy Gail...
She steps forward as the crowd cheers... she addresses them politely and
with a smile... "Hear Ye! The King shall soon speak... have patience, for
he is a busy man...". The crowd applauds... She disappears, and the crowd
again begins with their chant...
After a few moments the drapes are drawn again, 300 trumpets blare, and
hundreds of the finest warriors lined around the castle walls snap to
attention in their shiny silver plate armor... The King approaches the
window as the crowds cheer and throw flowers toward the chamber window...
"Hail WadAsia!!!!" shouts the king, sending the crowd into a festive
frenzy... "for... for we have again restored order to this fine land..." he
says as the crowd begins to calm... He stands there for a moment, posed in
his shiny armor with his blond hair blowing gracefully in the WadAsian wind...
"Ah look... we have a visitor..." he says as he motions toward the east
entrance to the courtyard... "Tis Mohammad the Damned" he chuckles as the
crowd looks upon a tattered man with small twigs and tree limbs sticking
out from his clothing, and cuts and bruises about his head and
shoulders.... he staggers toward the center of the courtyard with his
sword drawn... The crowd makes way as he stumbles somewhat aimlessly and
blurts out obscenities between his mumbling...
"Join us Mohammad..." the King shouts, "We have a surprise for you..." he
says as he reaches for his crossbow that was leaning against his dresser...
"Someone hold him down!" the King shouts as 50 people leap upon Mohammad
and pin him face up on the cobblestone... "Observe as I display my
excellent marksmanship, I shall shoot him in the testicles!!" he exclaims
as the crowd laughs joyously and Mohammad gasps for air...
The King takes steady aim... The crowd hushes... he fires, sending a black
arrow between our former King's legs...
The crowd yells in excitement as the arrow finds its home... tearing
through the crotch of Mohammad's pants and sending him into a shrieking fit...
To Mohammad and everyone else's surprise, he was uninjured! "There was
nothing there to hit!" the King shouts... "He has no balls! That is why he
can no longer be King!!" he exclaims as the crowd roars with laughter...
"You must have balls to become King folks!" the King jests as the crowd
lifts Mohammad onto the catapult...
"Away.. Away he goes!!!" the crowd chants as the catapult again sends
Mohammad 750 feet into the air and over the castle walls....
The King retires to his chamber to contemplate future battles...
Cheering and dancing the crowd returns to their worthless daily activities,
and all is good in the wonderful land of WadAsia...
~ Property of the WadAsian High Council

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