Chapter One-
Scene One: (Crystal storms into the kitchen where Deva sits with Emilia)
Emilia: What ist this time broughten you down to thy kitchen my Lady?
Crystal: The masterous vulgarity of Beatrice has not settled well with thy stomach today, thy hath come to rekindle my appetite. Perhaps thee could propose a rather scrumptious pastry for thyst comfort?
Emilia: Never worry for if thy hath it. Thy shall forever hold theest best interests within my prisoned walls of cold.
Deva: For what hast Beatrice beheaded a rooster on this night?
Crystal: Oh, but my poor Princess Deva, she hast only tortured many for the subtle comfort of a warm bath.
Deva: Crystal, thy thought Lylak had dealt with that.
Crystal: Oh, so did thy, but apparently Beatrice wasn’t quite that happy with the whole thing, ast Lylak was sent away to turn fire to the waters. Beatrice gave Margarete quite a bulls horn and she scampered off yelling something hathing to do with Beatrice being the lady with snakes for hair. Oh, thou know, Medusa it ist.
Emilia: Poor girl. Lylak hast spent many a night trying to please the old goat, andst thou shalst never repay her for her duties. A shame of a thousand ions, I take it, yet Beatrice seems to not even simply shiver a quill to the girl for apologies.
Crystal: All mighty lord hast not struck her for her sins andst now Arther hast been pulled into her bursts of obscenity. Tis saddest whenst the moon turns gray, for the clock ist almost telling thy the approaching time. Oh, only holy dreams guide Toni ast she tries to subdue the dragon.
Emilia: Sweetheart, doest this situation bother thee heart, or arst thou mind wondering astray in a garden of thorns?
Crystal: Thy am better than maple syrup on freshly baked pancakes on a chilly afternoon; but Darling, seriously, doves only fall once. Thy shalst be fine once we all get past this night.
Deva: Speaking of, tonight’s inquiries hast me in a bundle, for thy shalst not force thy hand to graze another, andst forth must forge the emotion in which I am meant to express. Thy care not to spin circles around other girls and gentlemen while laughing giddily and apprising to hathing the best time of my life.
Crystal: This ist no search for mere acquaintances. Thee do know King Dane’s intentions, do thou not?
Deva: Of course thy know of his intentions, but thy do not agree with them. Thy heart lies under cold stones, for thy mind hast made up, andst for thy will not fall head over heals. Tis not my destiny to play such a lowly honored game, but to go forth andst rise against thy challenges andst become known ast a hero to all the young lady’s solemn souls.
Emilia: Do thou think highly enough of them self to rage a fire so deeply put down in their heart that thou are dumbly committed to a challenge that will never be faced? Thee do realize that if thou does contain that high a meaning, that thee arst most likely to become some what of a soldier and not such known ast a hero. Arst thee saying thou hast the guts for which to play that part?
Deva: Thy am not thinking for which to become a man and gallop around sharply with a dagger and shield so that thy can poke at old vultures laying dead in the soil. Thy am simply confessing to the uninterested soul of a poor motor-automatic woman.
Crystal: Thou always hath to be so arrogant, do thee?
Deva: But, why certainly, for it ist the only way to get a rise out of thee and to keep ones head from floating up into the clouds.
Emilia: Here arst thou supper my dear Crystal, thy hath made thee scrambled eggs, a croissant and a fresh glass of orange juice for thoust pleasure. Ist it to thoust liking?
Crystal: Yes, very much. Thank you till Sunday my amazing luck charm. Praise your future, this is magnificently marvelous.
Emilia: Oh, it isn’t anything special, just the same old picker upper. Hath thee a large appetite? Thy could prepare more for thee and thoust acidic grumblings.
Crystal: Pleasure me Darling, it ist enough, thank thoust soul, thy love thee. Unholy spirits of hell, I’d rather lie with the pigs than listen to that old bat. Thy can’t get her out of thy head.
Emilia: Sweet emotions of harmony thy sends thee way. Rest and relax and eat, my sweet. All shalst be fine. Think of the Ball tonight.
Deva: Yes, just what one needs to calm thy spirits; to think of the unattractive men trying to politely hump their way into the ladies drawers.
Emilia: Dance ist a passion of mine. My cousin andst thy used to spend endless nights with our families spinning and bending to the music that inhabited our souls as we soaked in the feelings of the melody. Infact, my cousin andst his wife love to dance together still, in the moonlight, the romance filling the air; tis almost perfectly beautiful. Thou ist teaching his daughter as well, andst thy hath heard that their step daughter seems to hath grown fond of it too.
Deva: Perhaps, if only for little piglets and their parents, but tis not as beautiful when thought of with large horny men and small shy but willing women. It ist almost a sick scene, when those dogs pray on the poor sulking pussycats.
Scene Two: (King Arther’s household enters Dane’s Ball)
Deva: Fancy meeting you here Captain Toban; thy’ve missed thoust company at thyst lady like tea parties these past few months. They are but so lonely without their star.
Captain Toban: Oh, pish posh, thoust flattery ist too much; though thy hath missed thee too Princess.
Deva: Does everyone hath to call me Princess?
Captain Toban: Now, don’t get sore.
Deva: Thy aint sore. Thy just wishes people would stop calling her by such a labeling title, and think of thy ast a person, not a piece of furniture to be moved around andst finally sold into an evil old man’s life.
Captain Toban: Still stuck on the conclusion that men are pigs, huh kid?
Deva: Not pigs Toban, dogs.
Captain Toban: Oh, alright. Oh, thy almost failed to remember to introduce you to the new man they’ve gotten to replace me. Meet Michael. He’s the new captain for the Utopian army. Michael, this is Prince—thy mean Lady Deva.
Michael: Why hello My Lady. You look, erm, very appropriate for tonight’s events.
Deva: Yes, quite appropriate. Ha, very well; the man ist going to be the finest captain in the kingdom, ist he not?
Captain Toban: Haha, little lady don’t scrutinize the man, he ist only trying to win thoust fancy.
Deva: Well he ist doing a roll up job, well done soldier. Ha, now thy am off to make small talk with the weasels inside. See you both later. Goodbye Toban.
Michael: Goodbye My Lady.
Deva: Oh yes, ha, goodbye Sir Michael.
(Deva walks into the Ball)
William: May thy ask for this dance?
Deva: Thy suppose it could do no harm.
(Deva follows William out onto the dance floor and they begin to waltz)
William: Thee dances divinely.
Deva: Drop the act, thy does not care for stupid comments ast to make theeself more noticeable in thy eyes.
William: Thee hast my sincerest apologies My Lady.
Deva: Thy do not much like phony apologies either.
William: How bout lets start with what thee does like. Hath thee any interests?
Deva: Thee hast many.
William: Thou ist making it very hard on thy, thee do realize?
Deva: Ha, yes, thy guess thy should at least make small talk. Uhm, how ist it thee hast been invited to this ball? Arst thou a cousin of the Prince?
William: Oh, no, none such a thing as that. Thy hast only been invited for the specific reasoning of protecting the crown.
Deva: So thee too are a soldier?
William: So it would seem, though thy hast never been in battle. May thy ask what other soldier thee arst referring to?
Deva: Simply the man thy met at the entrance. Thy suppose his name hast to be something along the thin lines of Michael. Sir Michael. Do thou know him?
William: Aw, yes, very well My Lady. He ist our new captain.
Deva: How impressive. What a shame thou hasn’t claimed that part himself.
William: Do you much like the army My Lady?
Deva: Not really. Thy prefer dealing with problems on thy own land and within thy own kingdom to anger obsessed men trying to fight away their concept of a broken heart within shallow perspectives.
William: Oh. Thee hast such a violent tongue, andst thou speaks with such passion ast to make thy think thee hast issues prior to this night.
Deva: Thy can only speak the truth; now if thou does not agree tis not thy problem.
William: No, thy does agree, to the depth in which thy heart will allow at least. Thou hast the most beautiful eyes, andst gorgeous smile, thee can only be too convincing.
Deva: Thy suppose thy spoke too soon, andst thee that stands in front of my body at this very moment hast the same emotions ast thy towards the concept. Though, then why would thou surround theeself with such nonsense if thou knew that nonsense to be untrue?
William: For thy do believe in such nonsense, but thy believe more deeply in the routine in which we must all find love.
Deva: Thy do not, so for whatever matter thou was wishing to convey, thy will not tempt thoust beating heart any longer.
William: Thou willst someday see it thy way, I’d bet my last five dimes on it.
Deva: Such little? Seems to thy as if thoust hast proven thyst point on thee own.
William: Tis not that, but only simply that thy hast not anymore to give.
Deva: Then it ist a bet, though thy suppose my stature rules against wagers such as this. Thy shalst let that command slide for the night. Thy bets thou that thy will not fall into the hands of another fateless heart. If such things are to occur within the grains of sand over the next full moon, then thy owes thou thirty quarters, but if thee looses, thee owes thy twenty in silver. Deal?
William: A deal only for thee, for thy heart lies under thoust skin awaiting a common beat. Tis done, by the next full moon thee shalst owe me thirty in gold.
Deva: Don’t be so quick to think thoust hast won, remember theest side of the bargan as well, and don’t dattle along with my heart, for it will only bring thou cuts and pain.
Richard: My Lady, would you care to have this dance?
Deva: For the fact, only, that thy hast muttled in thoust partners heart andst become the thought of love not lady, thy will dance with thee.
Richard: Thoust messing in matters thee cannot handle?
Deva: No, it ist not thy that can not handle them, but thou that wast overflowed with emotions that were not suitable for thyst taste.
Richard: Aw, well no worries, thy shalst carry thee away into a land for which fairies fly.
Deva: If thee insist.
(Deva and Richard dance)
Richard: Perhaps thy hath spoken too soon, for thy hast found an amusement in watching thee twirl around just so.
Deva: No mistakes hath been formerly made, it ist simply thoust mind now creating an unshatterable illusion that holds forth only while we dance.
Richard: But thou hast the most beautiful body andst speaks with a quick and attractive tongue that thy does not know of. Tis all new and amazing through thy eyes.
Deva: It ist true that thoust loins pump for the thought of thy powers matched against theest, but tis also true that thoust heart hast not such a place for an insignificant acquaintance such as thy.
Richard: Thee speaks to my soul with such passion My Lady, can thou imagine thy and thee bound by gold circles that grasp our fingers?
Deva: If thee are speaking of an alliance, thy cannot think of such things. Thy am saving thy soul for the advantage of helping thy kingdom andst not for singing bells and bound slavery.
Dane: Having fun thy see?
Deva: Loads of it, yes Sire. Only the half witted manly figure to my left hast proposed a tie for which thy am not fond of. Thank you dearly for inviting thy here tonight, though; tis such a pleasure to see all these maidens in a beautiful ballroom like this loosing their heads in desire.
Dane: Thou are very welcome, have thee met my daughter Marie, she is right over there. Thou ought to go and make acquaintances at a time tonight, for her birthday is to be had soon. Thy am sorry for interrupting, thee can now continue on. Good day My Lady.
Deva: Good day Sire.
Richard: Thy do insist on thyst proposal, My Lady wouldn’t dare to turn down a head figure such as a prince, would she?
Deva: Who do thou think thou arst? Thy hast as much right to decide for thyself what thy wants as thee do to ask thy, and thy say no.
Richard: Thou does realize thy could make thee life very difficult if thee does not comply, don’t thee?
Deva: Like thy said, thy shalst never marry a man such as you, now that tis the end of it.
Richard: Now thou hear thy—
Michael: Excuse me My Lady.
Deva: Yes?
Michael: Perhaps thou would rather dine with thy tonight.
Deva: Perhaps thy would.
(Deva walks off with Michael)
Michael: Thy am very sorry if thou did not wish to be helped.
Deva: That tis alright.
Michael: Andst thy do realize that thy may have been overstepping thyst boundaries by listening to thoust conversation, but thy couldn’t help but notice the commotion.
Deva: Ist quite alright Lord Michael, or do you prefer Captain?
Michael: Lord is fine.
Deva: Thou ist one of the only true gentlemen here thy predict. All the other so called heartless pigs hath become overwhelmed with thy beauty, or so they say, though thy knows it ist only for thy inner organs that thoust love pounds. Tis not real, andst thy will not be a part of it.
Michael: That ist understandable My Lady.
Deva: Lord, thy do thank thee for thoust rescue, but thy hast some bidding to attend to.
Michael: That ist quite alright, thy shalst let thou go.
Deva: Why thank thee, thy hope to see thou again soon. Good day Lord.
Michael: Good day My Lady.
(Deva walks over to William)
William: Aw, back so soon Princess? Hast thou fallen for thy already?
Deva: Ist not that, just wanted to make small talk ast thy ist at a party andst hast nothing better to do.
William: Thou makes thy feel so loved, ha, thee are such a subtle viper. Thy shalst call thee snake tongue, for thoust words are like a whip across thy heart.
Deva: Oh please.
Lord Henry: William, my boy, how ist the army looking of this year?
William: Just marvelous Sir.
Lord Henry: The new captain treating thou well?
William: Plenty well Sir.
(Deva walks away and ventures towards the snack table)
Deva: Arst those crème puffs?
Belinda: Yes ma’am.
Deva: Ma’am?
Belinda: Oh, thy am dreadfully sorry, thy meant Lady.
Deva: What’s thoust name, child?
Belinda: Belinda. Thy am the maid, er, servant gal.
Deva: Gal, eh?
Belinda: Thy apologies, thy am new to this language of English.
Deva: There ist no problem, apologies arst not necessary with thy.
Belinda: Thoust arst very kind My Lady.
Deva: So, thee works in Dane’s castle, does thou?
Belinda: Yes My Lady.
Deva: How nice.
Belinda: Please, thy must get back to work, the master will only be overly outraged if he sees thy conversing with an outer person, especially of thoust stature.
Deva: Oh, thy see. Best run along then. Have a good day, and thank thou very much for the amazing display and assortment of foods.
Belinda: Thoust ist welcome Miss, Good day.
Deva: Good day Belinda.
(Deva heads over to her father, Arther and joins herself in their conversation)
Arther: All thy am saying ist theest got to be ready for anything. Hi sweetie. The armies need to bring in new talent, not bigger shipments of guns.
Dane: No, thy protest. We need our armies to stand together against the biggest of them. Our armies need to fit certain standards, Arther. Thoust needs to accompany thy in this decision, because, after all it ist thy that ist saving thoust puny kingdom from decaying. Without thy, theest be nothing, just simply a fly on the wall watching ast thoust castle crashed down around him. Bigger guns, Arther, we need bigger guns, and more of them.
Deva: Thy agree.
Arther: Thou do?
Deva: Yes, in some context. The soldiers must have more power on their side in order to kill the opposing, and most likely, stronger, side.
Dane: See, Arther, thou ist not with the times any longer.
Deva: That ist not to say that the men don’t need some training, though. We could be a lot stronger and more effective if our men truly new how to fight.
Arther: Ha! Thou see?
Dane: Oh, alright. Damn, thou ist thoust’s daughter after all.
Beatrice: Oh Darling, thy’ve finally found thou.
Arther: Yes dear?
Beatrice: Honey, they do not hath my favorite pie. Arther, they do not hath it. Wont thee get thy her favorite pie? Arther, we must get out of here right away. Thy hast a craving. Thy needs it right now.
Deva: Ha, thy bet thou hast a craving.
Beatrice: Excuse me young lady?
Deva: Oh thy hath said nothing.
Beatrice: Very well, but Arther, be a dear and take us home. Emilia ist the only one that can make that damned pie. Arther, do thou hear me, thy wants that pie!
Arther: Yes, yes dear, yes. We shalst go home right away. Goodnight Dane, hope to speak to thou soon. Okay, let’s go Beatrice.
Beatrice: Oh holy god, thank thou. Yes, goodnight Dane.
Dane: Goodnight. Hmph, Goodnight My Lady. Oh, and goodnight Princess.
Deva: Yeah, yeah, twas a swell night Sire, thank thou for hathing thy. Goodnight.
(The Utopian family leaves)
Deva: Goodnight Toban, thy shalst miss thee dearly.
Captain Toban: Goodnight Princess.
William: Night Princess. Don’t forget about our arrangement.
Deva: No, of course not. Goodnight.
Crystal: The Queen bee wants pie, don’t hesitate to ask anyone else if they want to leave. No, that ist totally ice, thy wasn’t hathing much fun dancing the night away with the handsome men in the ballroom or anything quite like that anyway. Ha, what she wants she gets. What thy wants, well thy doesn’t know who the hell ist listening to what thy wants.
Captain Toban: Beasty always was that demanding, even in my day.
Deva: Calm thoust senses, Crystal, thee shalst be home in no time andst then thee can soak in an endless amount of cherry tarts.
Captain Toban: Ha, yes, the famous cherry tarts.
William: Mmm.
Toni: Come along. Beth does not want us to dilly dally.
Gabriel: Toni, why do thee demand on calling that witch Beth?
Toni: Because Gabriel, it fits her bitchy side better. Tis what thy’ve called her bitchy side since thy wast very small. She always had a temper. The best way to get over her freak outs wast to make a game out it all.
Deva: Ha, yes, Beatrice ist always in a rage though, so there ist no time to communicate toward her happy self. Perhaps her happiness took a vacation along the islands of Greece.
Captain Toban: Thoust always had the funniest sense of humor. Goodnight little lady, and night to the rest of thee.
Deva: Night Toban.

Chapter 2-
Scene Three: (Deva has just woken up and walked outside her room onto her balcony)
Deva: Margarete, who hast left these roses?
Margarete: Thy believe that the gentlemen that left them twas named William.
Deva: Aw, yes, William. How sweet.
Margarete: Do thou really think so My Lady?
Deva: No, thy am simply humoring the fact.
Margarete: Yes, thy did not think thee would hath fallen in love.
Deva: Thou know me so well.
Margarete: Thy suppose.
Lylak: My Lady, thy must speak with thee.
Deva: Hm?
Lylak: Thy am suppose to ask thoust opinion on the new flower garden in the courtyard. Medu—thy mean Queen Beatrice wants to know if she should flunk the entire project and send the workers sailing.
Margarete: Haha, it caught on.
Lylak: A bit, yes. She ist just so cold blooded, thy can’t resist. Temptations flow strongly, especially after thy wast cast aside for that stupid mistake in bath temperature.
Margarete: The mist only steams while hot.
Lylak: Yes Miss.
Deva: Would thou like to show thy the new garden?
Lylak: Yes My Lady.
(They walk to the new garden/courtyard)
Deva: Yes, thy like these subtle attempts at red poison love and yellow shallow meaningless crushes ast well ast the dawning on dark pink crushing memories.
Lylak: Uhm.
Margarete: Don’t worry, she makes everyone feel inadequate.
Richard: She crept across my heart the same way at the Ball last night.
Deva: Richard, gaw, why don’t these damn men ever leave me alone?
Richard: It ist only for thy love that thy hast come so far to tend to it.
Deva: Can’t thou grasp the fact that there ist no connection; get the metaphorical picture that girls form to shave off creeps such as thee? There ist not tending to be done, for there ist nothing to tend to.
Richard: Thy feels it deep down in thy soul. Thou shalst be mine.
Margarete: Thy amst going to leave, farewell My Lady.
Lylak: Uhm, yes, maiden, thy bid thee ado.
Richard: Thee shalst be my bride if thy wants thee to be.
Deva: Thou damned molick, leave thy be.
Richard: Thy hast written thee poems dear, just for thee dear. Listen hear dear.
Deva: No, thy will not listen, thou listen. If thee arst wanting a poem, let thy take the stand.
Richard: Anything for thee, cuddle dumpling.
Deva: Wherefore art thou Richard? Thee do bothr me so; ist sweet, and thy hands gentle; thou may love me, but, thy do not love thou! Forst thy lead thee toward me, apologies flow through thy heart, but never shalst thy love thee! Do not bother thy with thou love; thoust shun thy soul a thousand times forst thy show affection. Forst thou requires thy warmth and compassion, thy cannot give, for thy cannot settle thy vulgar mind; andst for thee heart, thy hold none such a key, thoust heart ist none such a place for me. Forst thou assume sunshine shalst praise thee skin, thy may turn thou head andst break it against a cold stone. Thoust can’t possibly be so absent-minded as to think thy could hath but a heart to spare for a bootless clay-brained scut such as thee. Thou arst only but what thy see, andst thy see thou a roughish onion-eyed malt-warm. Thou may ride, but what thee rides thy do not know; for thou hast no horse to ride, andst therefore no maiden to ride by! So do not think so little of me to think thy could possibly fall for someone so stupidly emotioned as thee. Ast thy hast said, thee do bother me so, so forget such hearts as mine and quietly just go!
Richard: Thy–
Deva: Eh!
(Richard walks away and Deva goes and sits down upon a stone bench, under a willow tree.)
Deva: Thoust take thy dagger and stab thyself a thousand times forst thy speak his name! Burry me in confessions and stun thy spirits, but thy shalst never love thee Lord Richard! Andst yet, thy speak of him still, for the devil must be controlling thy thoughts; thy could never speak freely of such a rotten soul. So thy must sew thy mouth shut; better broken than in love with such a molick. For now thy shalst be silent, andst maids must read thy eyes. Thy lips will grow slow, and thy tongue will be fooled into ice, for thy hope to never think of thee again. Forever, now, until the day thy die, they will read my mind. They will know how thy feel for thy shalst wear it on thy dress. For now, Forever, thy hold thy tongue to rest; unspoken!

Scene Four: (Galahan walks into Arther’s Castle for the military meeting)
Galahan: Excuse me My Lady, do thou know where the meeting ist?
Crystal: Thy am sorry, but thy hath no clue My Lord.
Galahan: Hath thou?
Crystal: Thy see thee hast come a great distance, would thou care to rest theest feet upon a warm cushion andst drink chamomile tea?
Galahan: Hmph, yes, thy would. Thank thee.
(They move to the living room and sit down on the couches and drink tea)
Crystal: So, where hast thy come from?
Galahan: From the Kingdom of Fransisco.
Crystal: There ought to be a story behind such a journey, oh do tell. Thy hast open ears and wide eyes for thoust story.
Galahan: Tis not much, but just the tale of a man in search of cowardly works. Thy amst a soldier for the Royal Guard andst hast come to see for what thy am needed. The King of Utopia—
Crystal: Yes, thyst cousin.
Galahan: Theest cousin hast sent for thy; he hast half a mind to bring together the war lords of both kingdoms to train them in the most fierce battle tactics known to being.
Crystal: Oh, so thou ist a war lord?
Galahan: Something such as those words have told.
Crystal: Thou hast the most cloudy eyes. It seems ast if thee hast fallen into comfort here. Does thee like the tea, or could it be the cushion on which thou sits?
Galahan: It could be something for which is not taken or called. It could be for something much deeper in sin than in practice. It could be of something that ist a pleasure far greater than thy could possibly imagine. Or, it could be the linen fibers from the cushion that seem to drag across thoust blouse andst arst now hanging from thee shoulders for thou hast bent forward in thoust seat and pulled the clothing tighter towards theest body.
Crystal: Hast thee the want for pleasure?
Galahan: Thyst craves thee beating heart and rough breathe more than thou can know.
Crystal: Then thou should kiss thy andst make theest troubles fade from pain to satisfaction.
Galahan: If only thy could, but—
Margarete: Thy see we are all getting close and cozy, but thy Sire ist waiting for thee. Thy suggests that thou gets up and rides his gallant horse to the meeting room, or theest might be picked up and spun into a wall of blacked out bruises and shapely broken noses.
Galahan: Thy ought to go. Thy’ll see thou later thy do hope.
Crystal: Yes, if thou wishes, thy willst be waiting, for thy wants to see thou again too.
Margarete: Tis down the hall, best be going.
(Margarete leaves)
Galahan: For another time Darling, thy shalst save thy love for another time.
Crystal: Only once thee praises thy pumping blood shalst thy heart be thoust. For thee thy waits.
Galahan: Till we meet again my sweet.
Arther: Margarete told thy, thou may hath needed help finding the chamber.
Galahan: Yes, thy hast not any mind ast to where the meeting twas taking place.
Arther: Thy see thee hast made friends with thy cousin.

Galahan: Yes Sire.
Arther: Very well, follow me son.
Galahan: Farewell Crystal.
Crystal: Farewell My Lord.

Scene Five: (Pinky shows up at the Utopian Kingdom with a letter for King Arther)
Pinky: Thy hath come to deliver a letter of importance to King Dane; one that of which shall be most important to King Arther as well.
Gabriel: King Arther ist not to be here at this hour. May thy ask what such a message does interrupt thy in his attempt at rest in this unholy chamber of horror?
Pinky: Ist only to be revealed to King Arther; do thou know where the King might be at this dreaded moment?
Gabriel: Thy knows of none such a thing. Ist thou interested in some tea; perhaps it will calm theest ever screaming tongue.
Pinky: If thy must, for thy hast to but wait for the King’s arrival.
Gabriel: Thee might be waiting for much later hours if thoust thinks to stay till The returns.
Pinky: Must thou go parading ones mouth so? Ist thy royal duty to deliver messages of such degree, andst cannot wait, therefore thy must stay.
Gabriel: If thee pleases, thou can wait ast long ast thou likes, but thy do recommend a break of leave once the clock strikes a tune of arising sunshine.
Pinky: Whenst the King hast thy message, then thy shalst leave.
Gabriel: Intellectually laughing at thy wits arst thee? Maybe thee shalst leave now.
Pinky: Not till the King hast thy message my Lord.
Gabriel: Dress thoustself, but thy shalst not wait with thee.
Pinky: Oh no, do not leave thy here without a bitter tongue to falsely accuse thy of wronging thee.
Gabriel: Oh, har-dee, then thy shalsnt leave.
Pinky: Well sunshine andst rainbows be dancing along thy heart, oh howst thy cares.
Gabriel: Thy like thoust cunning wits andst thoust silver drawn hair.
Pinky: Thank thee. Thy doest proud thyself in thy hair, ha.
Gabriel: Thy did not mean to offend; thy hast honesty in thyst words when thy says such a thing, so thee should not take to non-liking.
Pinky: How thy hast awaited another’s approval of thyst dress.
Gabriel: Do not mock, thou doest not know what thee ist approaching.
Pinky: The beating of a steady dragons heart, thy’m sure.
Gabriel: Rivers fall from the heavens to praise thy feet. Thee doest not know of thyst stature.
Pinky: Oh, THEE knows very well my Lord, but THEE doest not care for giving praise to such a rotten, spoiled, unappointed prince of hell.
Gabriel: Doestnt matter, for thoust parchment of quill states thyst place..andst theest as well. But doestnt matter, doestnt matter, thy like thoust tongue. Clever boy, very clever.