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Originally Posted by LazyScot
Picky, picky, picky. If we all worried about technical and factual accuracy, where would we all be?
Okay; I'll conceed that point.
Anyhow, that leaves me only one way to deal with this...
<coughs, and cues suitably garbed royal buglers, who play a fanfare, segue into the Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy, get glared at and then segue into something Jazzy and then fading.>
My Lords and Ladies, Gentlefolk, sparkly fairies, creatures great and small, be they furry, feathered or scaled (except evil ninja squirrels) and barcodes, pray silence for the latest honour accorded to our most Royal Queen Zelda, Empress of all that is surveyable, Sovereign of the Lounge, Princess of the Green, Czarina of the Unutterable Silliness, Imperial Ruler of the Meet-Up, the Most Majestic of the Avatars and Defender of the (off) topic.
<and with that a courtier bearing a square red cushion on which sits an item of jewelery approaches the throne, between the dutiful lines of subjects, ambassadors and invited dignities.>
May it please her majesty, we present to her the Pendant of Pedants, the seal of office of the Great High Mistress of the Order of Nit Pickers, Quibblers and Merchants of Accuracy, do so duly request her indulgence and warrant to this august body, beg her grace to allow us to bestow upon her the role of Chancellor of the Convocation of Veracity and do appeal for her acceptance of the role of High Judge of Truth.
<applause, cheers, and further fanfares.> |
for the sake of ongoing harmony (and because it's you, lazyscot o' my heart) i'm just going to consider that an honour, and accept it graciously, with the studied surprise of an oscar recipient hearing her name in the audience, and the nonetheless sincere pleasure of being singled out, because i know you know that without me you might still be writing "Cousin It" and that would just be wrong.
(i'd like to thank...)