1.7

“There is a rather high likelihood that’s what I’m doing, your absolute loveliness.”

“Guard!” she screamed to the side. “Get me my bowl, I’m going to vomit profusely.”

The guard ran into the side room and came back with a large wooden bowl. Queen Dinglemunch hacked up into it for a god thirty seconds before shooing the guard away. “You see what happens, Skellian, when you talk to me in that disgusting way? I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the last no-brained, worthless guard in all the bloody world! Get that through your brain box, will you? Good. Now. You claim to have used enough fuel that it burned at eight hundred, well, whatever the word is. Guard, do you think that’s accurate? I think Skellian is talking out of his knee again.”

“I wouldn’t know me lady,” the guard said. “I don’t know nothin’ and I don’t see nothin’ either. I just grabs things and does what I’m told.”

Part 8