he guards listen to Sir Jeffulot's pronouncement and wonder how he ever held the crown. Following instructions given by the King, they attempt to lift Sir Jeffulot from the podium but are unable. Grunting and sweating they manage to raise the incredibly overweight Jeffulot several inches and drop him. His feathered helmet rolls away from his head revealing several pastries...

After much effort and the help of 12 soldiers, Sir Jeffulot is placed on the rack within the castle dungeon. King John the Awful and several doctors look on as Sir Jeffulot strains to thrust his pelvis and cries out, "C'mon baby, gimme some pastries!" The doctors shake their heads and tell the King that it will be difficult to return Sir Jeffulot to normal in time for their duel.

The King instructs the guards to place Jeffulot on a strict water diet accompanied by plenty of stretching on the rack. He must also jog in place whilst remaining chained and then allowed a short rest before stretching again. Absolutely no pastries!

Sir Jeffulot hears the last part and yells at the King, "I'm gonna zap ya baby!", and tries moving his right hand. The King orders, "Stretch him.", and the guards crank the rack. Jeffulot howls in what is thought to be pain.

"Have him ready for battle within the passing of two suns.", states the King. The doctors look toward the ground and mumble...
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