Politely asks Noivern to step off the hill. Noivern complies.
Koth like a sir.
Zero is strangled to death with giant quotation marks.
I place a flag saying "Duckitude" on it's supple peak.
The sun starts the rise, as I smile contently.
A little bird gently lands on my lap, as I comfort it.
Some deers appear and eat some food right out of my hand.
The bird starts tweeting a lovely tune, and other birds start the join in, creating a beautiful melody.
This is the life for a king... A king of a lovely hill.