was the table itself, which Donnie discovered when he tried to climb up on it and fell through.

The Duke of Security stood to speak, his face deeply lined from continual scowling. “Your Majesty...”

King Donnie stamped his foot. “I told you not to call me that!”

The duke cleared his throat, his scowl unchanged. “King Donnie the Awesome, we have no evidence that there are three million illegal moon colonists in Merrycow.”

King Donnie stamped his foot again. “I told you there were. Do what I say and disport them!”

The duke cleared his throat again, his scowl still unchanged. “May I ask how, Your, um, Awesomeness?”

King Donnie rolled his eyes. “They’re green,” he said as if speaking to a dim-witted infant. &l...

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