Uberta:
Rogers, this is your queen speaking. You will regain consciousness this instant, and remain conscious until I win the talent show.
[
Rogers doesn't move]
Uberta:
Very well. I have no other choice but to take you to my castle and deal with you in a manner to which you are according.
Rogers:
Oh, my muffin played the accordion.
[
sobs]
Uberta:
Your muffin's history, chump!
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