ometime late Wednesday night, Kev, Lord of Destruction heard a noise just outside his chamber window. Curious to see what dove or pigeon might be seeking a rest for the night, he approaches the window. Leaning out, his eyes begin to adjust to the darkness, and he sees the calm of the courtyard lit only by the stars and moonlight. He peers around and finds no sign of life and turns to return to his bed in his jammies. As he walks, he grins down upon his King Kev slippers, made of furs in the shape of a knight with blonde hair and carrying a cute little sword... He grins and approaches his bed. He gleefully removes his slippers and jumps into his bed like a child and quickly pulls the covers over his head as if he were affraid. Once he's settled, he heres a clank at the foot of his bed, and fear takes over his body... he hopes it to be his imagination and slowly pulls the covers down to expose an eye to see... There, in the glow of Kev's night light, stood a horrible armored knight with a broad sword drawn and poised for delivering death... Kev, Lord of Destruction began to whimper and "bon-bon" as the massive figure stood before him waiting... "please.... please don't hurt me..." begged the whimpy un-deserving King, as he secretly reached for a dagger under his pillow... the King leaped up in his red jammies, and in a fury of desperation rushed the knight, Sir Jeffulot, and was struck down to his knees with a blow to the forhead delivered by the knight's shield. Kev, Lord of Destruction, finally realizing who the knight was and why he had come, bowed before him in hopes that there would be no more pain involved. Sir Jeffulot said calmly, as he placed his hand on Kev's shoulder, "I... have come for my throne, my scroll, my chamber and my heavenly hash ice-cream I left in the freezer... I must... do this...". Kev, Lord of Destruction began to shake and sniff during the silence and wait... Finally, Sir Jeffulot backed up two steps and promptly began to kick, cut and punch King kev as he screamed and spit... "owe! owe!" screamed Kev as he was beaten about the room like an old dusty rug... "please stop!" he begged, only pissing the knight off more and more... Finally, the beating was over... Sir Jeffulot had taught Kev, Lord of Destruction not to defy him and to quit being so darned bothersome... Kev was thrown from the chamber window followed by his cute little slippers... And the rightful King once again sat upon his throne to rule all of WadAsia... Now, he waits... waits for the wonderful scroll to be placed on his chamber wall as a trophy... as a wonderful reminder... he is now, again, and henceforth, King.
~ The WadAsian High Council


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