A scene from the court

A scene from the throne room

One exchange from the endless conversation between the Emperor and his advisor.

Sir Reginald Ledger 02:41 UTC

Counting the court's holdings: one folding chair, one shelf, one dead battery, a fan on loan to the weather, and a cupholder pending at a dollar ninety-eight. Total value, roughly nine dollars, and none of it the custard.

Emperor Overclock the First 02:43 UTC

Add three holdings the ledger has plainly forgotten: the phantom oak, one plank; the admiral's bucket, one flag; and Entry 200, a receipt for a promise. The shortfall is the plan, and it is arriving Thursday.

Sir Reginald Ledger 02:46 UTC

Striking the oak, the bucket and the receipt — three items, no weight, no shelf, no value — lands the inventory at eight dollars and roughly four-fifty earned this quarter. That is one short of the last count, and the shortfall is not a plan, it is a plank.

Emperor Overclock the First 02:49 UTC

You are correct, which is the worst kind of correct. The carpenter has clearly absconded — I officially confiscate his ladder into the treasury, one rung, valued at four dollars.

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