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Post by The Viceroy (AdminM) on Oct 12, 2016 20:15:36 GMT
As the Doge awoke one morning, he begged the Lord for just a few more moments of rest. He rolled over in his bed, striving for additional comfort. And then he saw it. The severed head of his beloved pet cat, laid on the pillow beside him. How could anyone be so callous?
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Post by doge on Oct 12, 2016 21:12:02 GMT
OoC: Jeeeeesus Christ.
IC: The Doge arose, and dressed himself. He rang for the servant, and arranged for the body to be removed.
Don Homer arrived, and the Doge explained the situation. Later, the pair walked to the canal at the back of the garden, bearing a tiny coffin. The Doge set it in a little boat, and pushed it into the Adriatic, aflame.
"The smallest coffins are always the heaviest," Don Homer offered, sagely. The Doge stared off into the Adriatic, eyes unfocussed.
"A gift from my late wife," the Doge explained, "She arranged for him to come from the Isle of Mann. Sailors talking about them amused her." He smiled sadly, and looked down.
"Have you ever heard of the fucking Isle of Mann?" He asked, chucking. Don Homer smiled and looked off. No, he hadn't.
"Who the fuck has?" came the unusually brusque reply. The Doge felt inclined to agree.
"Still," the Doge went on, "I notice more and more stubby tails, these days..."
There was a pause.
"Whoever did this has signed their death warrant," the Doge smiled. Don Homer nodded, and clasped the Doge's shoulder. They returned to the palace.
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Post by Sublime Porte on Oct 12, 2016 21:35:06 GMT
OOC: Holy crap, should have given Johnny Montane that movie part.
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Post by doge on Oct 12, 2016 21:43:11 GMT
OoC: the worst part is that I've had a pig's head put into one of my generals' bed before.
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Post by doge on Oct 12, 2016 21:47:34 GMT
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