Post by flippmoke on Nov 10, 2009 15:38:25 GMT -5
"He has made a word for himself as a brave commander," said Queen Margrethe III as she threw the newspaper to the floor as she continued, "If he survives this, by his sheer political clout he can move us aside."
"Mother, we could provide information to them as to what his Brigade is going to..." began Prince Robert before being interrupted by his mother.
"We can not do that you twit, its too dangerous," snipped the Queen as she leaned against an easy chair in front of her. "Maybe we can find another place to get him killed, plus we don't want to endanger your father's reputation."
"But he is dead..." responded Robert as he looked up after been ashamed for speaking up to his mother.
"Not Alexander you twit, your real father Randy Key," chided the Queen as she began to pace the room.
"We also told your father, that we would not ruin the reputation of his friend Reginald Ackart who has been so kind as to provide his influence to send Nigel on these missions," continued the Queen as she paced to the room. Suddenly she stopped again over the newspaper which she had thrown to the floor.
"Well, lets send him on another dangerous mission. Maybe he will die next time." said the Queen who then continued, "and at least it gets your sister out of the tabloid section for showing her crotch again in public."
"Mother, we could provide information to them as to what his Brigade is going to..." began Prince Robert before being interrupted by his mother.
"We can not do that you twit, its too dangerous," snipped the Queen as she leaned against an easy chair in front of her. "Maybe we can find another place to get him killed, plus we don't want to endanger your father's reputation."
"But he is dead..." responded Robert as he looked up after been ashamed for speaking up to his mother.
"Not Alexander you twit, your real father Randy Key," chided the Queen as she began to pace the room.
"We also told your father, that we would not ruin the reputation of his friend Reginald Ackart who has been so kind as to provide his influence to send Nigel on these missions," continued the Queen as she paced to the room. Suddenly she stopped again over the newspaper which she had thrown to the floor.
"Well, lets send him on another dangerous mission. Maybe he will die next time." said the Queen who then continued, "and at least it gets your sister out of the tabloid section for showing her crotch again in public."