Thursday, January 29, 2009

"Ye Gods and Little Fishes!!" His Majesty lept to his feet, instantly dropping the lady Irmintraut ignobly to the floor. He has just received the formal complaint, delivered by Col Brattman, with his usual aplomb. "Do these cabbage-eaters seriously believe that a few itinerate zombies loitering about and having a little fun seriously constitutes a raid? We of St. Maurice have more serious concerns than to pick fights with lessers." He immediately handed over the colonel for a complementary proctology examination, and has dispatched General Blase, le Comte du Monte Python, along with a detatchment of the Kilbasa Lancers, to Frankszonia, to make clear His Majesty's displeasure over this while affair, and to indicate in no uncertain terms that the disruption of St. maurician commerce will not be tolerated. After all, the sale of 18th century action figures and other useless baubles is critical to the income of the realm. More as it develops.

3 comments:

Bluebear Jeff said...

Might this mean war with the Frankszonians?

(Arthur has been wanting a proxy game, I believe).



-- Jeff

Fitz-Badger said...

As Bugs Bunny once said "you realize, of course, this means war!". (at least I think it was Bugs)

Frankfurter said...

Frankszonia has been hit with extremely severe winter weather, and thus has not been able to concentrate its forces appropriately ...
thank goodness, the Hurtshog remained fairly healthy, and now that the lights are burning agian, returns to his concerns over the continuing depradations in the now ice ravaged forest ...
hopefully, a lot, lot, more next week!