Little Dude: Woe to us, Holy Master Schnizzle Thing! We are being sieged by the almighty ones of the fearsome lands of Alabama!
HMST: Is this so, Schnizzle Advisor?
A Schnizzle Advisor scuttles forward
Schnizzle Advisor (SA): Damn straight, your Schnizzleness!
HMST: Oh how Schnizzly of them.
SA: Indeed sire, indeed.
HMST: Hmm...Fire up the Schnizzle cannons!
SA: I'll be sure to carry on the message to General Schnizzle
SA runs over to a phone.
SA: General Schnizzle
Voice from Phone (VFP): What is it?! Have the toilets overflowed again and the schnizzle shit come out?
SA: You you Schnizzly little turd bucket! We're being seiged by the Alabamians
VFP: No schnizzling way!
SA: It's true! Anyway, his schnizzlyness Holy master schnizzle thing wants to fire up the schnizzle cannons.
VFP: Yo ho, sir!
SA hangs up phone.
SA: General Schnizzle is firing the cannons up now, your schnizzly schnizzleness
HMST: Goood....Now, if you would all leave me, I must call in the SchnizzleMister to consult.
Room empties, darkens, as a hooded schnizzle master floats in.
SchnizzleMister (SM): You wanted me, Holy master schnizzle thing?
HMST: Yes, SchnizzleMister, for the Alabamians are sieging my beloved Schnizzly palace.
SchnizzleMister: I see...
HMST: What do you think we should do, Mister sir?
SchnizzleMister: Oh, I don't no. Alabamians do supply all of the cotton for your robes, your schnizzlyness. So I highly suggest you not wipe them all out.
HMST: kk,
HMST grabs phone.
HMST (into phone): Don't wipe ou all of the alabamians
VFP: Kk
HMST: It has been seen to that they will not all be wiped out.
SM: Gooood...I'll think of some stratedgies, seeing that your current General has the intelligence of my afro...