Crown Me
The year is 2132
Death: Nice dinner party, Guy.
Guy: Oh, were we wearing our crowns for this?
Guy: Oh, were we wearing our crowns for this?
Death: Well, I just figured-
Guy: FRISKET! bring me my crown!
Guy: FRISKET! bring me my crown!
Death: Oh, I’m not forcing you to wear your-
Death: Are you making this into a competition?
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