In a land long ago and far far away, there lived a mighty Knight and his followers who spent their days searching quests and bragging about them 'round a bright, white table
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Suddenly a scribe approached bearing fine parchment from King Dan of Patterson.
Sir Dimples the Bald unwrapped the scroll and proceeded to read.
"The Earl of Drewfunkistan requests our presense to attend The Annual Feasts and Feats. It is the event that inspires delights and wonderment in all of the Fandom. All those who are able bodied and willing shall be forced (strike through)are encouraged to make themselves known and be accounted for."
Sir Dimples the Bald looked at the others and put his palm to his face. "Why oh gods, must they torment me so?"
"Because you are the Shiniest of us All, Sir Dimples," Stoutiest the Brad said. "You shall lead the way to the feast where we shall munch on many delicious foods and make it with many beautiful wenches. La De Da De La De Da De DAAA!!!
"If it's to the Festival of Feasts and Feats ye be going to can I not tag along verily?" Said Chippers the Court Jester. He had bounded into the room as the others were making their way to the door. He cartwheeled his way to Sir Skinny the Tall and leapt upon his back. Sir Skinny the Tall let out a bellow that would shatter the stained glass windows. "We will NOT be taking the jester." He said plucking him unceremoniously from his afflicted back. "Why do you vex me so, you clamorous gnat." Chipper grinned wide and danced around the hodge-podge crew of misfits and cackled. "Tis true it wouldn't be the same without me!"
Sir Speccy the Snarky reached out and grabbed Chippy by the scruff of the neck. "Let him come along as long as he Shuteth the Fuck up."
Sir Dimples looked over at Sir Speccy and sighed. "As long as he doesn't speak in verse," he warned. "I remember the last time he wouldn't stop for a week."
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Sir Speccy the Snarky rolled his eyes, and sighed. Why was it always the quiet ones who wanted to go on quests?
Sir Dimples turned towards Sir Speccy. "Do you have a problem with going on a quest, O Snarky One?"
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Sir Dimples and Sir Speccy stared at him. "...we've never gone on a quest."
"Exactly!" Sir Skinny exclaimed, nodding. "And look at us now!"
The three of them stared at their off-kilter table.
"...OK, point taken, let's go."
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Sir Dimples the Bald unwrapped the scroll and proceeded to read.
"The Earl of Drewfunkistan requests our presense to attend The Annual Feasts and Feats. It is the event that inspires delights and wonderment in all of the Fandom. All those who are able bodied and willing shall be forced (strike through)are encouraged to make themselves known and be accounted for."
Sir Dimples the Bald looked at the others and put his palm to his face. "Why oh gods, must they torment me so?"
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Sir Speccy the Snarky reached out and grabbed Chippy by the scruff of the neck. "Let him come along as long as he Shuteth the Fuck up."
Sir Dimples looked over at Sir Speccy and sighed. "As long as he doesn't speak in verse," he warned. "I remember the last time he wouldn't stop for a week."
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"I know," Sir Drew agreed, but if we get bored along the way, maybe we can use him for sport."
"Sport!" Chipper squeaked, and ducked behind Sir Speccy.
"Right! And I get first dibs of running him through, for jumping on my back!" Sir Skinny the Tall announced.
Chipper blanched and wished now that he hadn't demanded on coming along.
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