[h3][color=gold]King Pridemoor[/color] - [i]Exterior Sheriff's Office[/i][/h3]

"Man of Bones," Knocking returned to the sheriff's door, but much more elegantly than before. For indeed, it was not by the brute force of a hammer, but the delicate whacks of Pridemoor's royal golden staff. "Your ruler, King Pridemoor, humbly sentences you to craft for him the newly decreed 'Pridemoor Special #5'. It shall be crispy and juicy, and will overthrow the might of 'Pridemoor Specials #3 and #2', but not to be greater than the 'Pridemoor Original #1'. [b]That[/b], I save for my special day..." The king had resorted to leaning on his staff as he spoke, lifting a hand in the air to visualize his words to the sheriff's door. 

"And I plead you hurry, for as your king's stomach rumbles, this village's welfare is on standby!" Oh, poor [i]poor[/i] king! With the grumble in his tumble, how is Pridemoor to keep his Kingdom of Home running. This was quite urgent indeed...

((Please excuse my small post. I'm swamped with work tonight. :S))