affame_le_geant_underweight fyn gula "all my demons eat angel food cake," saumboo muttered. with the full weight of portly queen mauvis pressing on his chest, it was difficult to speak, but he was resigned to spiritual sublimination in lieu of his precarious predicament, and someone, even if it wasn't from this world, had to be responsible. when he considered the manner in which he would one day die, he never imagined he would leave the world crushed to death by a reincarnate, obese, obelisk of the broken glass ruling class. "i could see if i had joined the circus and got caught in a love triangle with the bearded woman and the fat lady," saumboo thought, cringing with pain. "but this is fucking ridiculous." just before his life began passing before his eyes, saumboo felt the tremendous burden being lifted, actually rolled off him. it was king mal. he had gained consciousness on his own, discovered the senseless queen and heard saumboo's feeble cries for rescue. he pushed with all his might. later he would suffer for days with a severe case of hemorrhoids. sore, but free, saumboo thanked the king wholeheartedly and immediately began attending to queen mauvis, if not a bit disoriented. being trapped underneath the unconscious body of a beached whale with breath the stink of rotten cabbage would be a trifle unsettling for anyone. saumboo shook his head of five inch springy black curls, adjusted his rectangular black framed kenneth cole eyeglasses and began gently slapping the queen on her chubby cheeks in an effort to rouse her. "leave her lay," king mal said. "she'll rise soon enough. i'll take any chance i can get to escape her domineering presence." saumboo chuckled. mauvis was snoring again. "how's your arm?" he asked the king. "fine," mal said, touching the wound and grimacing at the fiery red line. he saw the broken fishbowl. "did i do that?" "oh yeah," saumboo said. mal saw the one dead goldfish. he pointed at it. "where's the other?" the king asked, reaching for his crown from the dresser. he put it on crooked. saumboo pointed to the queen's mouth and explained in humorous detail what had happened. king mal laughed his ass off and saumboo joined him, although he had little ass left to lose. then, like a sudden bolt of lightening makes us come rushing back to reality, the king remembered the missing apple tree and stepped hurridley to the window, stopping just before it to cautiously peer out as if he was one looking on a dead person for the first time. "call 911," he said. "we need an investigation immediately." 020403 what's it to you? who go blather from