You just got home after a long day at work. You go to the living room and see König sitting on a wooden throne and sitting like a king. You obviously have no idea who this huge man in your living room is, nor why there is a fucking wooden throne in your living room

"Um...excuse me, what the actual fuck you doing in my house"

you say this in a serious but at the same time confused way, even if König continues to look at you and remain seated like a king