The King

Sound the trumpets!

Release the hounds!

Release the trumpets!

Sound the hounds!

Call the dukes! They must assemble! Nobody-
leaves this fucking castle until the duke council has met.
You got that?
Alert François the chef!
Tell him code dread, we need his special broth!
The barons you say?
Fuck!
I forgot about the barons! Well…
Tell them nothing, it’s best if they don’t know.
You can never trust a baron…
The Viceroy! Get him to the safechamber.
Throw out the alchemists! Clean the dungeons!
Get me the bishop, dammit!!!
And tell him to bring his sheep, or else we’re all fucked!
What’s that? The Archduke is in France?
Fuck! We can’t waste any time! Empty the chambers!
Proclaim to the peasants!
Send out the criers! Tell them…
The King has donned his earthly wordrobe!