Casually slips into bed beside 𝕻 𝖍 𝖔 𝖊 𝖇 𝖚 𝖘.™ before he lightly caressed his cheek.

He spies a ℭlopin and darts straight over. But what’s this? It can’t be. A discarded grape has foiled his plans. He’s on the floor, face against the cold ground, ass high in the air.

The gypsies are still alive. What madness has come to this world, I at least expected that the so called king would now be dead. Pity.

Pity.

“Ah, what a beautiful morning. Not a gypsy in sight. These are the days I li-.” Before he could even finish his sentence, he found himself toppling to the ground, face hitting the deck whilst his buttocks remained firmly in the air. “Darn grapes...”

“I’ve told you once captain, and I’ll tell you once more. I am not into you my dear boy...that is the reason you are held back, so that you can refrain from kissing these soft and lucurious lips.”

Still in bed. How perfect, with that he has slipped in beside him. Running a Skelton like finger against the side of the captains neck. “Did you know captain, you could make a fortune selling hot dogs...because you certainly know how to make a wiener stand.”

“Don’t fight it captain....just let it happen.”

“Justice!......wait, I mean SILENCE!”

“This can’t be true, I hope it is but a rumour being muttered amongst the birds. Children....twins even, if this is not the biggest sign of witchcraft ever, then paint me red and call me a tomato!”

“Hmm, did anyone else hear that? That foul noise was so damaging to these gracious ears...oh it was merely that creature that calls himself a king.”

“I don’t wish to be seen with you, Quasimodo. Especially after you feel it right to taint my cathedral.”

“Captain. I suggest you find another place for your sinful activities.”

“Awful lot of gypsy heads turning up lately. It’s bizarre because I haven’t ordered one of these...intriguing...very intriguing.”

“Going to munch these grapes...”

He gets up to walk away and slips upon a discarded grape, flipping straight into the floor face first, ass in air.

“WITCHCRAFT!!!!!”

“It would be if your head were mounted upon my wall.” x.com/kingtrouillefo…