TBFGK 131
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Prince Ansom is approaching the Lord Hamster from above. Below the Royal's tush and legs is Parson, passive and awaiting his fate. Ansom's hands are on his hips, projecting power. | [edit] |
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Prince Ansom: "Royalty. Is. Obsolete." I think not. | [edit] |
| Silhouettes of Prince Ansom and Parson against the blue sky are shadowed by four Archons. | [edit] |
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Prince Ansom: By strength and by duty and by honor does Royalty lead all, in the Titans' path. There is no other way. Erfworld needs no other way. | [edit] |
| Prince Ansom is seen from Parson's viewpoint, his hand in the foreground as he points at Parson with righteous anger. An Archon hovers behind him. | [edit] |
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Prince Ansom: These qualities which you mock in us have led me to prevail. That is the only rebuttal needed. Kneel. I will have your sword. | [edit] |
| Lord Hamster kneels and offers his sword in submission to Prince Ansom. | [edit] |
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| Ansom's hand begins to close around the sword hilt, but instead his fingers touch some considerably larger semitransparent surface that surrounds it. | [edit] |
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| The surprise on Prince Ansom's face, in close-up, is enhanced by a red glow shadowing his features from below. | [edit] |
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| The veil splits with a reddish glow as it reveals Bogroll and his great club were pretending to be his beloved Lord Hamster. | [edit] |
| Bogroll: For my Lord... | [edit] |
| Bogroll spits out the name of his Lord and master with pride, anger, and confidence. | [edit] |
| Bogroll: Hamstaaaaaaahrr! | [edit] |
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Prince Ansom cringes away from the twoll, as Bogroll pulls back the club and rushes forward towards his destiny. | [edit] |
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Prince Ansom: Beast! You treacherous... | [edit] |
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Prince Ansom's righteousness is replaced by abject fear as his Arkenpliers are struck from his hands, leaving him defenseless against a much larger twoll wielding a very large club. | [edit] |
| Sound effect as Bogroll strikes away the Arkenpliers: SWAT | [edit] |
| Bogroll has Prince Ansom by the throat, and the two freefall together from the tall Tower of Efdup. | [edit] |
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Bogroll: Eyaaahh! Prince Ansom: Ulk! | [edit] |
| One of the Archons bends over to look at the falling pair. The other three have retreated somewhat. | [edit] |
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Auburn Archon: Mn. You know... Jaclyn probably would've warned him that was a Twoll with a veil on it. | [edit] |
| A second Archon turns her head away, closes her eyes, and crosses her arms. She is not taking the suggestion that they should have helped positively. | [edit] |
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Blonde Archon: They're not... paying... for spell security! Auburn Archon: I'm just saying. | [edit] |
