170. Disgust

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"What the hell is this?", the young king groaned, while turning on his heels to take in his environment.

"This is the war room, milord," replied a groveling servant. "We left it just the way your mother, our late queen, liked it best."

"Oh no, this won't do. This won't do at all. There are weapons everywhere, surely that must be a safety hazard. And where am I supposed to sign my peace treaties?", the new king mused aloud.

"Forgive me, sire, but what is a peace treaty?," the army commander inquired. "And why would we want to sign it?"

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