I was born to get that crown, picante sauce, and the tabasco sauce.

Arlii-sama will take the crown for a little while. We will be a benevolant ruler of all teachers that just don't feel like writing that quiz for tomorrow.

I proclaim this in the name of! (Your name here)

Stop touching it. You'll get germs on there.

Okay... this has to stop!

The crown is mine AND:

I'm going to dip it in MY puke, tears, and EXCREMENT!

I say this with all of the dignity left in me:

Screw all of thee!

*drinks expensive wine and holds her diamond-encrusted monocle.

i, um, so i'm gonna, i, i think... hmm...

*hires guy from the show "dirty jobs" and has him retrieve and purify crown...

puts crown in giant zip lock using a ten foot pole and

well,

takes it back out with the same ten foot pole and throws it into a red hot kiln...

later retrieving the hopefully sanitized lump of gold, beats it into somewhat of a nice looking if not totally ugly round crownish looking thing.

leans on rotted tree stump drinking really cheap wine with new and improved crown on head...

pats self on back, "i'm so smart! that must be why i am the king!"

You have a solution to everything don't you?!

Well, you've won this time, but believe you me, we will meet again!!!

Muahahahahaha!

*splashes what's left of her expensive wine on Tarhead's contemptous face.