Tapping away at her terminal, Lucy the receptionist

Tapping away at her terminal, Lucy the receptionist looked up to see a well-dressed hobo stroll in through the revolving metro door. She knew he was a hobo though because

of the marker on his chest that read, "Wil Shave Berd fur Mad Dog 2020." His face was clean shaven, but he had translucent blue residue circling his mouth. Lucy eyed security, but

The homeless man didn't put up much of a fight and soon she was rummaging through his cardboard abode. Finally in his pants pocket she found his wallet. The ID said "

Earl of Canterbury. This card is good for one free drink at The Loping Goat" She quickly pocketed it and continued to roll the drunk. "Royalty," she thought, "sure has fallen on

hard times." But then the Earl of Canterbury sprang alive. Under his bum clothes was an exoskeleton and a Purple utility belt. "I am Royalty Man!" the Earl screamed, "I am here

to undo the work of Robin Hood." Royalty Man sniffed the air. "Hmm, I sense a 5/3 citizen being hampered by legislators." With a swing of his polar bear-skin cape, he teleported to

Jumba Jumba Land. Royalty Man re-read the map under his polar bear-skin cape. Out there were people with songs stuck in their heads, and for the RCAA he would sue them all.

But then Jumba Jumba land had never had had a good army, and there was not going to be an army to fight the RCAA either, let alone sue them in a court. But Royalty man was not

concerned. He had bigger fish to fry. Jumba Jumba went ahead and signed the peace treaty and let bygones be bygones. At least he let them think so. To be continued...