Yes, thou are truly lucky Peasents, for I, Lord Edward, am back to share my nobleness with thy dirty little selves. I shall pontificate on Democracy…because really, whose idea was that anyway, the French? The only good rule is rule appointed by God himself…passed down through his appointed leaders, the Noble Class…or in this case, me! Kneel to me, you peasant dogs!!
Oh, you lucky, lucky peasants. Once more, I grace your sorry, pitiful lives with the wonder that is me. Take the time to watch this one, several times if need be and wallow in all this nobility…then Give Til It Hurts!
Finally, thou art most blessed to share in me….and remember people, its not cheap being this debauched…give til it hurts! And share with your friends so that they can hurt as well!!
Lord Edward
Oh, good lord, it is truly difficult to find good peasants these days. After watching myself as the size of a stamp, I realized that the fault lay not with yours truly…really, like a nobleman could ever be at fault, but rather with the rather shoddy level of peasantry that I have employed. After a bit of torture, a quick sacking, and a short recruitment process, I now have a better quality (and somewhat more motivated) group of peasants to perform my promotional duties.
They shall soon repost my first truly amazing (if I do say so myself, which I usually do!) proclamation of me. Thou really should have the wonder and joy of seeing my countenance as large as possible…of course, that is what I said to Mistress Tiddlebottom just last evening….
Lord Edward