Walking into the room, timidly, Rualani is awed by the pure majesty before him. Noting that the table, while flawlessly organized, had succumbed to a tad bit of chaos, Rualani sat down. Glancing at the numerous forms of silverware he fumed quietly.
"What in the world am I supposed to all this!", Rualani thought out loud. The food in front of him looked delicious, yet he had no clue what in the world to eat it with.
Glancing over at the chaos involving fragments of balloons and strange burn marks, Rualani began to cackle. Having enough of this madness Rualani Boomed, "Butler I need normal silverware!".
The butler must have not been appreciative of Rualanis fine taste in simplistic food eating devices as instantly Rualani saw a spork appear on his place. Gasping in horror he glanced up at his destiny. A dark cloud loomed overhead in the room with small white tips of doom barely peaking below the cloud lining. Then, it began to rain sporks. Rualani sat petrified as each sport hit and bounced off him rather harmless. Every hit annoyed Rualani more and more feeding into his growing madness. Had the sporks been actual forks they might of been a threat. Yet, like a daddy long-leg the sporks had no bite to them. So utterly useless!!!
Rualani let out a desolate cry, "What have I done!". The words done ended with a perpetual scream as Rualani fended off the sporks. Rualani had a slight understanding of how ungracious he was being to the magnificent feast that had been prepared by the count, yet this realization only fueled Rualani's growing anxiety and frustration.
*stealthily peers in through window on the south wall of the banquet hall, only able to hear a muffled echo of the ludicrous conversations and happenings within*
*eyes widen, scanning the grand, dare I say decadent, hall for the fabled time remote*
*upon spotting the remote on the far end of the table, projects astral body to inform Queen Edaver of the neighboring kingqueendom of position. The Queen cackles maniacally, knowing it is only a matter of hours now before she possesses the remote*