“Get me my royal bottle,” said His Royal Highness Prince George Alexander Louis, “and make sure it’s from the left breast this time. She’s been drinking soy and it seems to pile up on the right side. Tastes like rotten eggs.”
“Yes, your majesty.” said poor peasant Margaret, “If it please Your Highness, I’d like to request a morsel of bread. It’s been a fort-night since I’ve eaten.”
“Hush!” said Prince George as he cracks his whip on the side of peasant Margaret. She screams in terror.
“I’ve only been born a few days ago. It’s not my fault that you’re too poor to eat before my birth. Now go scrub the royal floors!”
“Fredrick!” said Prince George.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” said Fredrick.
“The prince is bored. What does it take to get my royal rattle played with around here?”
“Yes, Your Highness,” I will get the royal baby girls right away,” said Fredrick.
“And Fredrick,” said Prince George.
“Yes My Lord,” said Fredrick.
“Bring the four-year old. I like older women.” said Prince George with a smirk.