Greetings!
*SPOILER ALERT!!!! if you really care about the thrilling plot line*
As a noble woman of the Red and Yellow Kingdom (red cause chinese people like lucky, communist red, and yellow cause chinese people like gold), I was obligated to attend to the Dinner and Tournament hosted by the Throaty King Phillipe over at the Toronto Castle.
Here is Lord Chancellor inviting us into the King's castle, and delegating the parties to their tables after the knighting ceremony.
Scurried in by our full bosom wench, I mulled over the Bill of Fare, painstakingly inked by the finest slaves no doubt.
No! this is not a bowl of peasants blood! though i reckon would taste like bile! But the sweet savoury creamy flavours of a fine tomato bisque, served out of a plastic black kettle...and a side of buttery-i-can-see-through-this-plastic-metal-looking-plate garlic bread
As I am enjoying my butter, with bread, i witness an atrocity! What is this but Prince Tristan, forgetting his safeword and now held captive by... bad guys... which really was his fault, cause his week old wife Princess Leonore begged him to stay, but he insisted on a trip with his boys, also known as the John Travolta Kelly Preston Story.
But the Tournament must go on. Here's King Philippe in a ceremonial march in where he invites knights from all surrounding kingdoms to compete for glory.
My very own knight. what is that round amulet on that spectator's wrists?
the wenches come around with halved rotisserie chicken
Ribs and roasted potatoes
this is all i get? more food wenches!
The entertainment commences with feats of equestrian and falconry (on a side note. i wonder if the royal falcon ever took a royal shat on the royal guests head while in flight). As the royal falcon took flight, i abstained from eating my roast chicken. it felt wrong.
The entertainment continues with the knights performing feats such as killing each other.
Ending my royal meal with a tea and subpar mcdonalds apple pie.
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