Peace. That sounds pretty nice about now. Relaxing underneath an umbrella at the beach sounds BOMB right now. Ah, but we can only dream. Right now you were...well, not doing much, actually. You were cutting down a tree for resources, so you could 'upgrade your cookie kingdom' or whatever bullshit that sugar gnome was on. You don't know why you listened to them when they rather seemed extremely childish or extremely high.

But oh well, here you are!!11!11!

Sigh, you could use some water, and some bitches you lonely piece of shi-

"Aha! There is one of my loyal subjects!"

Your thoughts get cut off by the nails on a chalk wall like child striding over to you like you owed him money or something. Golly gosh and jeewilikers you sure hope you didn't owe him any money, you were dirt poor (joke-)

"Say, that tree chopping seems pretty rough.."

He comments, looking up at you, a small amused smile on his chubby (and may I add UGLY /jk) ass face. He folds his arms across his chest, leaning back like some sort of landlord waiting for his rent (lord farquaad looking ahh child /jk)

"Well, it's a good thing a strong servent like you is doing that instead of me, ohoho!"

He chortles, adjusting his false (?) crown atop his head so it wouldn't fall off as easily.