The Great Chieftain was a touch disappointed that the opening of the Eden-to-Great-Barry-Island Golden-Gate Bridge was so successful. He had secretly been hoping for another of the Empress E-Ruby of Rubyland's nemeses to cause something more exciting, like a small war, or the attempted assassination of someone close to her, or at least the embarrassment of her friend Morty by announcing something from his past about the genderless (?) entity Lieutenant Harris.
The Great Chieftain thought it would be impolite for him to cause a second incident in relation to E-Ruby's golden gate bridge, given he had already claimed responsibility for the destruction of the first one, and that E-Ruby had still invited him to the celebratory event this time. He consoled himself with the information that Miss Jenny from Jennymaesia had conveyed, that the serial slanderer and fake news Queen-pin, the Empress Lanolin from Lanolinland, was now trapped like a rat in a cage somewhere on Eden Island, unable to return to her native Lanolinland due to the revolution that Lanolinland had literally been itching to have.
It was somewhat surprising that Empress Lanolin had not foreseen the fall of her empire earlier. There were all the warning signs - especially when even the bogans had started judging her hateful, rag-mag pamphlets not by their literary content, but by the quality of the paper it came on - namely, whether the paper was soft, strong, and thoroughly absorbent. Then when Empress Jennymae had started employing the services of that mysterious cat and his carer, an author by the name of Ms Née - well, the writing was on the wall for the erstwhile former leader of Lanolinland. "She must be French or something", the Great Chieftain had (somewhat-ignorantly) thought to himself when he first read the name of the cat's carer, given the funny little mark above one of the e's. The Great Chieftain had never actually been bothered to find out what all those funny little marks meant, but he knew when one had one in one's name, one was somewhat professional.
Empress Jennymae had performed her role to unseat the Fakir-of-fake-news stirlingly, and now the Great Chieftain in turn would fulfil his part of the contact. The Jennymaesian Empress had been somewhat desirous of a shaped geographical feature to add to her empire, to rival that of the Rubyland Triangle. So far as the Great Chieftain could tell, the Arctic Circle had just been sitting there idly for at least the past hundred years of so. Why not put it to better use, and incorporate it into the Jennymaesian Empire? Henceforth, it could be known as the Arctic Jennymaesian Circle...
The Great Chieftain thought it would be impolite for him to cause a second incident in relation to E-Ruby's golden gate bridge, given he had already claimed responsibility for the destruction of the first one, and that E-Ruby had still invited him to the celebratory event this time. He consoled himself with the information that Miss Jenny from Jennymaesia had conveyed, that the serial slanderer and fake news Queen-pin, the Empress Lanolin from Lanolinland, was now trapped like a rat in a cage somewhere on Eden Island, unable to return to her native Lanolinland due to the revolution that Lanolinland had literally been itching to have.
It was somewhat surprising that Empress Lanolin had not foreseen the fall of her empire earlier. There were all the warning signs - especially when even the bogans had started judging her hateful, rag-mag pamphlets not by their literary content, but by the quality of the paper it came on - namely, whether the paper was soft, strong, and thoroughly absorbent. Then when Empress Jennymae had started employing the services of that mysterious cat and his carer, an author by the name of Ms Née - well, the writing was on the wall for the erstwhile former leader of Lanolinland. "She must be French or something", the Great Chieftain had (somewhat-ignorantly) thought to himself when he first read the name of the cat's carer, given the funny little mark above one of the e's. The Great Chieftain had never actually been bothered to find out what all those funny little marks meant, but he knew when one had one in one's name, one was somewhat professional.
Empress Jennymae had performed her role to unseat the Fakir-of-fake-news stirlingly, and now the Great Chieftain in turn would fulfil his part of the contact. The Jennymaesian Empress had been somewhat desirous of a shaped geographical feature to add to her empire, to rival that of the Rubyland Triangle. So far as the Great Chieftain could tell, the Arctic Circle had just been sitting there idly for at least the past hundred years of so. Why not put it to better use, and incorporate it into the Jennymaesian Empire? Henceforth, it could be known as the Arctic Jennymaesian Circle...
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