Skellian coughed.
“My god damn city looks like a soldier’s boot. There’s black stuff everywhere. How’d you manage that?”
“Your magisty, you told us to burn the city down! Of course there’s going to be ash all over the city!”
He turned to Joe mcshoots and whispered, “forgetful, that one, eh lad?”
Joe mcshoots had no idea what was going on. And he blurted out, to the Queen’s face, “are you mad, Queen? Do you not remember giving us these damn orders or what?”
The Queen’s face was furious. “What in god’s holy seven bells of shit did you just say to me, young man? Why, I ought to have you flogged in the street, damn you!”
Skellian pulled the boy close. “Now, now, Dinglemunch, dear, the lad meant nothin’ by it.” He prodded a finger in the boy’s side. “Did ye, lad?”
Joe mcshoots looked confused as all hell. “Uhh … no, of course not, your beautifulness.”
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