[montsnmags]

Originally Posted by vivaldirules

Hey, Zelda! You up, yet, girl??

It's bloody well noon now!!

Hello? Umm, excuse me there. Sorry to bother, but, if I may ask your patience while I momentarily interrupt, you see, my Queen, my beautiful sleeping beauty, does find bloodshed tends to mess up the drapes and is just a right battle to remove from the rugs and, what with also being a staunch pacifist, would not wish to personally harm a single hair on your body. But, umm, you see, however, that she has suggested, as her personal monkeyservant, and as a gibbon thus being innately imbued with the ability to eviscerate and mutilate most every item of fauna you can defenestrate in my general direction, that I encroach upon the personal space of any sentience that raises their voice above a whisper and proceed to transform them into an inside-out, limb-faced Mister Potatohead type blob of screaming mess.

Look, between you and me, I'm not much of a morning person myself, so...let's just keep it quiet, and I'll make us a couple of lattes (suitably "flavoured" from this little flask here [wink]), and hopefully Her Highness is sleeping deep enough that she has not been awakened and so I don't have to go to all of that exuberant fuss.

Sound like a reasonable arrangement to you? So lets sit, and wait, conversing quietly, upon another dawn of that blazing glory that is our Queen.

Yours with quiet restaint,
Adrian - The Royal Gibbon