[Enter KING GUNGHO, MALLCAT, LORD BLUEBERRY and the CAPTAIN.]
Gungho: Dog, I can't believe it! I'm King! And hey, do I look tight in this crown or what? How unlikely is this?
Mallcat: Pretty unlikely, Dad. But she that hath made us is of crazy origination and fevered imagination.
Gungho: Don't you be rhyming on me, son.
Mallcat: Sorry, Dad. I'm just saying, enjoy it while you can. You'll probably get killed off in the second act anyway.
Gungho: Hey, that bleeding guy over there;
[Mallcat and Lord Blueberry drag the Captain over. Needless to say, he's in a pretty bad state and bleeds all over the royal carpet.]
Gungho: Sup, man?
Mallcat: This is the sergeant,
Captain: I could not say,
Gungho (irritated): No more rhyming, by royal decree! And you know you don't wanna be messin' with the king, y'all.
Captain: Yes sir!
Gungho: Shut up, soldier-boy.
Captain: Yes sir.
Gungho: This MacBuff sounds like a real pain in the ass.
Blueberry: Forgive me, my liege, but I think she's on our side.
Gungho: Oh. Well in that case it's alright then.
Captain: Your Majesty? I'm feeling pretty faint, actually.
Gungho: Quit your whining, man. You ain't got nothin' but a little scratch. And it ain't a good idea to die all over my royal carpet.
Captain (glances at his gash): Gosh, is that... blood?
[Captain faints. Lord Blueberry kicks him, just to make sure.]
Blueberry: Bloody wuss has fainted.
[Little Oompa-Loompa-looking Attendants come in and drag the Captain offstage in a completely uncaring manner]
Gungho: Hey, who's that coming?
Mallcat: The worthy thane of Kross.
Blueberry: What a haste looks through his eyes! So should he look
[Enter KROSS and Silent Angus.]
Kross (sarcastically): God save the bloody king.
Gungho: Whence cam'st thou, worthy thane?
Kross: From sodding Fife, where'd you think?
Gungho: Aww, I love happy endings.
Kross: Now Sven, Norway's king, craves American sit-coms
Gungho: No more shall that thane of Sunnydale deceive,
Kross: Oh, I'm your sodding messenger boy now, am I?
Gungho: Just do it! I don't got time for these bitchin' matches. I gotta be all kingly and stuff.
Kross: I'll see it done.
[Kross leaves with Silent Angus.]
Gungho: What he hath lost, noble MacBuff hath won.