[h3][color=gold]King Pridemoor[/color] - [i]Taco Stand... and Tragedy![/i][/h3]

Before entering, he made sure to throw his cape behind him. It floofed out as he strolled through the open doorway, the edges of its white fluff rubbing past the frame. Once again, he brought a finger to his helmet's chin as he examined the stand's contents. "But... where are my eggs? My sausage?" He shouldn't have been surprised, as it was extremely hard to gather. Especially without chickens and pigs around. This made Pridemoor upset regardless, puffing his chest up to the ceiling as he averted his gaze from the sheriff. "Unacceptable! My tastes longed for what they longed for, and I wanted [i]not[/i] to be disappointed."

His stomach growled. "Though in this rare instance I shall decree a different [i]Pridemoor Special 5#[/i]." He hunched back over the stand, finger scanning some of the prepared tacos, "... That one!.. [i]ones[/i]..." In a swift motion, the king had an armful of tacos pressed against his chest plate. He stood with his spine erect, with a free hand pointing his staff at Sans. "Sheriff! You have done well to please me this day. And thus, I decree, that you shall get a corner piece of the cake on [i]my special day[/i]!" It was quite the decree!... had he not previously decreed Sans to make the cake itself. He bowed elegantly, a taco falling on the floor as he did so. "And with that, I leave you to... whatever you peasants do when I'm not around. Farewell!" Pridemoor waved himself off as he left through the front door.

However, [b]TRAGEDY[/b]. For as your valiant ruler walked into the sunlight, his cape! Snagged on a loose nail! And as it tugged him back, Pridemoor lost his balance and tripped face first into the grass with a loud crunch.

[center][b][i][u]GASP! THE HORROR![/u][/i][/b][/center]

He laid there motionless, his helmeted head turned into the mud as he twitched occasionally. From underneath him... red liquid began to pool.