LIAB 59
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| A view from afar of the building where King and his warlords are meeting. The building has stately columns on its front, resembling the Senate building of Rome in the real world, with the emblem of Transylvito on its roof. | [edit] |
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Caesar: Your Royal Highness, Don, King of Transylvito. With the greatest respect, we your loyal Warlords do hereby formally advise Benjamin, Chief Moneymancer of Transylvito..." | [edit] |
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Transylvito's warlords, with Caesar Borgata and Benjamin in the forefront, stand arrayed before Don King. It is known that Dewy Tulips is one of the women. These warlords are likely to include Vinny Doombats, and Rosetta (or Cheri), one looks like Broadway Tony, but has croaked. | [edit] |
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Caesar: ... To refuse your order to create a gem for the purpose of loaning it to King Slately of Jetstone. Anyone in dissent? | [edit] |
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| Benjamin, wearing garb similar to an 18th Century Real World Aristocrat, with a golden "100" as bling around his neck, speaks as Rosetta (or Cheri), dressed in a bright red outfit looks on. | [edit] |
| Benjamin: Then also with the greatest respect, Your Highness, I do refuse that order. | [edit] |
| Don King has a concerned look on his face, as he stands, wearing a hawaiian shirt and a royal red ermine edged cape, with ecru pants and a yellow crown. Bunny, wearing a purple dress with a collar standing on end, has a similar look on her face as she stands behind Don King, in the background. | [edit] |
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| Don King: Okay. You all understand the price, right? | [edit] |
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Don: Do you? With no heir, Jetstone is probably going to fall. | [edit] |
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Caesar: Please. With no money, Transylvito will prob'ly fall. We gotta face facts, Don. Our troubles are here at home. | [edit] |
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Don: Yeah, Caesar. Yeah they certainly are. | [edit] |
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Don: Arright, then. Party's over. SOUND: *wave* Don: Get back to posts and wait for your orders. Dismissed. | [edit] |
| The assembled warlords and casters dutifully file out. | [edit] |
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| Don: Bunny, when they're out of here, I'll want to call Slately again to tell him. | [edit] |
| A tearful Don King says to Bunny... | [edit] |
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Don: N'say goob- Say goodbye to my friend. | [edit] |
