‘Don’t make me fart,’ said God-king putting Anvil the elite guard in a headlock. ‘I’ll do it!’
Anvil politely protested ‘Sire please no more.’
‘Okay, I relent,’ said God-king, still holding him in a headlock. He got bored and released him with a small fart. The cathedral cleaners looked over in thinly concealed hatred.
‘I tire of this,’ he said and teleported back to the castle.
ns 15.158.61.17da2
