“That is very true, guard. Now leave us before I throw up on you.”
Joe mcshoots butted in. “Queen, what is the problem here? We needed to use that much fuel for reasons.”
“Did you now?” she replied, eyebrow raised. “I think you are just sticking up for your friend here, you young urch. Now shut up and let the captain do the talking.”
“It’s ok, lad,” Skellian said, stepping forward. “Your magisty, we used too much fuel, I admit-”
“Do you know how expensive that damn stuff is, Skellian? You think a load of city folk just piss into barrels and we use that? No! We get this stuff in from the Jerantom lands, you see, very far away, too far almost. Takes two months to get one shipment. You used six months worth of fuel on one bloody poxy city.”
“Sweet timber rot, I didn’t realise my Queen! Really, I didn’t!”
It was at that time that Jamboree man entered through a side door. He was riding an exotic camel that for some reason, wore a green and pink spiky hat.
“Ah! Jamboree man, I haven’t seen you in yonks!” Skellian shouted with glee.
“Excuse me?” the Queen shouted. “Who on earth are you, man? And what are you doing in my damn castle?”
Skellian chuckled. “Don’t worry bout ‘im, Queen, he’s an old friend from the Jambo region.
“I don’t care if he’s a parrot with fatal liver disease, Skellian, what is he doing here?”
“Well, how do I know? I ain’t spoke to him yet.”
Joe mcshoots tugged on Skellian’s cape. “Skell, I don’t like the look of old Jamboree over there. He’s got a look in his eye.”
“Don’t worry, mcshoots, me and Jamboree go way back. No foolin’, he’s cool as a cornicopic sand urchin. Trust me.”
“I SAID EXCUSE ME?” the Queen exploded. “That is enough! Guard, get Jamborony, or whatever he is, out of my bloody castle! And tie that camel up somewhere, we’ll have it gutted later.”
Joe mchoots shouted, “No! You can’t! The camel did nothin’ wrong. Tell her, Skell! Tell her now!”
“He’s right, you know. That camel ain’t done nothin to no one, Queen.”
Jamboree man exploded with rage. He leaped off the camel and pulled out a few cabbages from his satchel.
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