Sir, the peasants have always been unpleasant, but they are now genuinely revolting . . .
Lord wyleu, eyed the figure in the doorway, with a weary contempt . .
And is there anything we are doing about that…?
He snapped .
"Well We’ve tried fire hoses and non-lethal method to meet the challenge of civil disobedience but as ever sir, they simply keep being revolutionary…
“In a word revolting…”
wyleu snorted . .
"And all this because of what…? "
Well sir, there’s the normal moans and groans, and we have had the Ruin and Destruction Department working late into the night testing the machines …
wyleu sighed…
He’s still testing is he…?
The courtier noticeably shrugged. . .
Yes Sir…
Survivors . . . ?
Not as yet sir.
Oh well., I suppose we could let him go to a couple more gigs, to quieten him down a bit…
"I’ll release the locks, sir and reconnect his ticketmaster account. . .
Wyleu brightened.
“How is the new machine going…?”
Very well Sir . .
In fact, If you remember sir, in our plan…
Wyleu snarled …
“MY PLAN!”
“Indeed Sir, The Plan…”
Wyleu stiffened…
…and let it pass.
The courtier continued,
“involved a competition, to win two of the devices …”
he glanced hurriedly to ensure he still had a compliant wyleu, and quickly continued…
" and you and Baron Baggypants agreed to cast an eye over the list, for the benefit of all…"
wyleu sniffed…
It has been done…
"Indeed Sir, may I say how much everybody agrees with your insightful and carefully considered choices. . .
wyleu shrugged.
“It nothing, I can hold a tune…”
“And sir,…”
“Yes…?”
wyleu snarled.
YeSSS !!?
Well sir, that’s where we think we have a problem…
Obviously flushed with the sense of triumph from the sense of hope developing, we have had mutterings . . …
Mutterings… ?
What kind of mutterings . . .
Well sir, malcontents have alluded to the lack of recent audio clips from your good self…
What…?
Yes sir . … .
Is that it…?
Yes sir
Well throw him a bat recording…