King Lanschi: | Oww... If We don't make it... tell them the gardener did it! |
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Parsley: | Pull yourself together, Your Majesty! Something's foul in this kingdom. |
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King Lanschi: | Owowow... You can say that again, friends. But don't you normally save the kingdom while We rest the royal rump? |
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Parsley: | You'll have to do something this time! You must place a trade embargo on horticultural imports from Alluvia. |
Lanschi: | ...And ban them from selling gardening stuff, too! |
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King Lanschi: | Oh dear. We could certainly do that, but it would take time. |
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Parsley: | We don't have time! How long could it take? |
King Lanschi: | Let's see... |
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King Lanschi: | It needs to be approved by the Minister of Commerce, the Minister of Agriculture, the Minister of Ministers... |
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Lanschi: | Aren't all of those Minister Anserian? |
King Lanschi: | Well, yes. He's been making this "state business" very convenient. |