The Prince, my son, is dead. More importantly,

The Prince, my son, is dead. More importantly, the Queen's son is dead. I have never seen her like this. My son, the Prince, George Armstrong Custer, will live again even if Time

ill suited for. The problem is not that he's irresponsible but that he is arrogant beyond compare! I offered the young prince a chance to prove himself last year

, but of course he did not rise to the opportunity.Sighing, I came to a conclusion: the prince must die. His baby sister was already showing signs of great leadership. She would be

a better monarch than he, even as an infant. I quietly arranged to meet with the kingdom's best assassin, Garruk, with the intention of paying him to kill the prince.

Little did I know that Garruk had already been hired by the infant prince, only to kill me first. The new royal baby formula had given the kid superhuman powers, allowing him to

see through my very core, and predict my every move. "Alright, Garruk," I hollered, "I see you've been upgraded. But there's something even you haven't accounted for." I reached

into my pocket and pulled out a grand piano. "Toon Space." I pulled out another grand piano. And another. And another. Garruk couldn't predict any of my moves anymore! So I

continued to pull out pianos.Garruk was confuse he asked himself "where the hell dose he keeps those pianos" but i kept pulling them and pulling them and then he got it.I wanted t

-o show him that I was a piano conjurer so that he would think I was a classy guy, but Garruk just stared at all the pianos until finally asking me "Ya got any banjoes?"