I’m going to frame this post and put it in our wedding album. (Edited to fit my purposes, of course. I’m getting rid of all that pesky uppercase blithering.)
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Go ahead; I already have my copy of it.
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Silence, peasant! The King gives the orders around here!
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Peasant! How darest thou utter the name of the King without the proper amount of fear and trembling in thy wretched voice! And why dost thou find thine self in my presence in the first place? Know ye not the rules? If thou hast not been summoned to the throne room, thou dost not enter the throne room! Guards, off with her clothing, and then throw her into my bedchamber to await her consequences. (Cough, cough.)
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