Dr. Floyd thanked the flight attendant for

Dr. Floyd thanked the flight attendant for retrieving his pen. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate that. I got this at the Grot Shop next to the orbital Hilton. It's one of a

long line of royal pens. This little guy is King Visconti the Fountainous the Eighth." The flight attendant knelt in the presence of Dr. Floyd's regal companion. Quills in Waiting

took note of this exchange, later reciting it to the letter. One slender quill-in waiting named Indigo hoped a handsome pen would come and save her. It didn't seem pointless to her

that the sword was also vying for her hand at the medieval games, but secretly Indigo was hoping the pen was mighter than the sword. Sure, the sword was big & sharp, but the pen

was writing this story dammit. He dotted the 'i' on dammit and poked an indigo hole through the parchment. The steel quill poked through the other side impaling Sir Lancelot.

"Ow," said Lancelot. "That bloody hurt". "Sorry!". Lancelot hailed a cab and took himself to Knight Hospital, where he was patched up and sent back to the Crusades. But something

inside him told him going to "KnightSchool" wasnt the answer. Maybe it was the SugarGlider that he kept in his breast pocket, that was telling him these things. Lancelot decided to

multiply like crazy. Sugar gliders were more common than pigeons or squirrels and they had to be controlled, but they were just to cute for any sane person to kill, luckily I know

a distant ancestor of Captain Cook who is prepared to ship the Sugar Gliders back to their native habitat in Australia. Everyone agreed smuggling wildlife for the pet trade is bad.