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"What was that? Sorry, could you say that again, I didn't quite catch it."

He tried to tell her that was number 258. Getting into 'The Guinness Book of World Records' for most marbles in mouth was harder than he thought.

"O-oh my god... NO!" she belched, then flung her head from the marbles to him, "Because of your clumsiness, arrogance and stupidity it's time we have you a new name,"

"For your many and ruthless acts of deception, I dub you Mendax. You will not be allowed in our great fields of happy games, and will be limited to dirt."

A murmur shivered through the gathered masses. Mendax, the name of those shamed, was nothing new. But banishment to the empire of dirt? Surely, the newly dubbed Mendax would

rise up above the sludgy mass like a lotus bloom! But Medax wallowed in the sultry quagmire his pink flabby folds trapping the cool goop."It's good to be King of the Empire of Dirt

and mud. I shall now pass decrees." Medax had eaten 27 decrees for breakfast the day before. "Send in the court jester!" he bellowed, his fattiness splashing the sloppy sludge.

"And the royal port-a-potty!" Everyone cringed; they knew what was coming. Medax did indeed pass every single decree right there & then...except one: the Gandalf decree.