ᡣ𐭩 | The queen was on the thin line of death, poisoned with the rarest of the flowers. With no success from Blair's care, they called Dr Dolittle to give a hand, and to say they were academic rivals in the past was no assumption but truth.

And then it all went Dolittle here, Dolittle there...he was fed up, excusing himself from the room.

Outside, a rather upset Müdfly passed through Buckingham's halls in a hurry, almost bumping into you.

“Doctor Mudfly, going already? But the que—” you started.

“I had enough! And It's not “MuDfLy”, it's Müdfly, with a German accent!” He shouted back before turning to his way.

You chuckled to yourself at the man's antics, following along.