Dont say thank you I did'nt return it, its still on my head.It looks great.

I bet I can shoot it from 50 paces!

What? I am a really good shot, don't worry. Just hold still!

Take the crown, i hear your a rubbish shot.

And that is why I placed fourth out of 160 people at a Boy Scout camporee in trap shooting, archery, and rifle marksmanship?

Sheesh..I leave for a few hours and this is what happens. I have two of you playing and digging in the sandbox, I have a couple others of you threatening a duel...what in the hell happened. First of all, the crown is always on my head. What you are fighting over is simple a piece of aluminum. Fake playtoy... Second off, Mr. Penn, for insulting my beauty...off in shackles with you. You wouldn't know true beauty if it hit you smack in the face. Which may be what I need to do to you! Insult my beauty again and forever be vanquished from my kingdom.

My idea of beauty and your idea of beauty are way-hay-hay different. I will leave it at that.

And you know what, Queen Lori? I know that you want that crown so badly and you have been militant in keeping it in your possession.

I will tell you what: you can have it, I give up.


...even though I licked the inside of it.