*slurrrrrrp* Thank you for this delicious chocolatey beverage, Mr. Ministache.
Prime Ministache: I hope it sufficiently cheers you out of your weeping stupor!
PF: *slurrrrrrp* I believe it has. I had no idea how different the lives of Moustachios and Beards were. It is no wonder the Beards are all so angry. Whiskerton is mega-angelic!
Prime Ministache: It’s true, lad. I have attempted much to try and better the lot of Beards in the Territory, like creating the Royal Barber position that Whiskerton holds – but it’s never enough. I must say – I am quite fed up with this gap.
PF: *slurrrrrrp* Mm-hmm.
Prime Ministache: I swear it, after the Barbers complete the Great Spring Hill Shaving, I am going to DO something.
PF: *slurrrrrrp – hack!* The Great what now?
Prime Ministache: Hill Shaving. This Spring, the Barbers are shaving all the Hills of Moustachio Territory, and not just the areas underneath our flying castles like before. Now they’ll cut all the Hills! It was my idea to put more Beards to work!
PF: Oh dearie me! Mr. Ministache, if you put that much hair into the atmosphere, it will surely drive the Beans to war! To war they will go! They are crazy!
Prime Ministache: War? But the Beans are peaceful!
PF: And they are ALSO CRAZY. They have probably just been peaceful because they had a giant spinning wheel that told them to be so. But they despise that flying hair…
Prime Ministache: Well, the Beards have already started! That’s where I sent Whiskerton this morning – to oversee the operation as a promotion!
PF: Sir, rally the Royal Moustachio Air Force! We must fly to the Bean Village immediately.
Prime Ministache: I will not fly to war, my good man!
PF: Not war, I will explain on the way – we may yet stop this impending war and could achieve greater social justice as well! I have… A PLAN!
Current Mood: Determined to un-fail!
Discoveries Made: Purpose!
Hereinto referenced: Moustachio Kingdom ¤ Moustachios ¤ Prime Ministache ¤ War?
