Chris The master thief, fumbled and bummbled as he stumbled and mumbled about like a drunkered or feable minded man late into the earlies morning. Such that the night guards seen no thread and demanded he move along timely, yet after a while They were sucked into the game. This fool was a distraction for their actions of watching such that trained terminators inside started walking out with the booty stolen long ago. All that was stolen was taken back that night but for that crown upon the head of the fallen king sleeping soundly in his bed, and when he did awake, such a neverousness did quake him that he demanded about all the guards "off with their head". It was after that point Chris The master thief and his band of loves walked right through the gates and said we'll take that crown back now. The fallen king demanded for the guard to take them away, but their lifeless bodies were all about, so he looked at the hooded man and demanded "off with their heads". That hooded man took off his hood and said i think i'm going to throw it in with them. Off with your head fallen king as it should have been long ago.