e woke up in the noon of after. "What times that hath been yesternight!" Exclaimed the glorious glorier to himself. He was quite inebriated from the party of catching the Plastic Bag Warlock in the act of viewing potraits for pleasure of private needs.

"Sire! Someone hath given a message to thou!" said a servant who watches the knight sleep because he finds it exciting.

"Shall ye fetch it for me?" Quarried the knight after thon servant hath not done anything.

"Thou shant after no pay!" Screamed the servant.

"Pay? Thou is servant! Fetch it for me, or thine head will be mine!" The knight yelled.

"But ah sire, I know your secret... Y equals M times X plus B! You cannot slay me or I will tell all of this formula!" Conquered the servant.

"But with your head mine, thou cannot speak!" Replied the knight with confidence.

"Thou hath not thought about consequences of no head... Sire sorry thy be! Forgive thee!" Pleaded the wide-eyed servant.

"Why sall Knight have mercy on ye?"

"Knight shant have mercy! Just have a thought to let someone live nicely!"

"Thy stupid peasant! You have explained the definition of mercy! Off with your head, Vermin!" And with that, the head was off.

Thy knight be tired after smiting his servant, so he lay in his bed pondering. What had happened last night? Oh yes, he hath played with many cocks last night. The cocks flapped everywhere, in the air, and on the ground. They were rather large cocks, he still had feathers in his hair.

So the night arose from bed a second time, and made his way down to the dining hall. He sat down at the grand table and began to eat a popsicle. "Wow, thy popsicle tastes of punching fruit!" Exclaimed the knight to himself, yet again.

"Yes it does." Said a voice menacingly behind him.