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*Unfortunately, everybody out in space forgets that its temperature ABSOLUTE ZERO (or close to it) and PFM's fishbowl cannot prevent him from freezing and dieing. In the meantime, aewjn's metal carcass flies back from the opposite direction from which he was kicked, and collides with the throne, knocking it with enough force for it to leave the moon's gravitational field, and come within close enough range of the Earth's. Unfortunately, it gets burned to nothingness on its re-entry. I, having found all the pieces to my cranium and brain, put them back together, and recover my former mentality (stupid rocks are temporary). I look up into the sky just in time to see the throne disintigrate in a flash of light. I guess at what's happened, and begin building a new throne with my superior undead craftsmanship. The new throne now has a footrest and refrigerated beverage holder, is fully reclinable, and is twice as comfortable and relaxing as the old one. I claim it as my own, and declare: )
Me: Ahh... once again, 'tis good to be Ruler of the Land.
*Sips root beer and lays back for a tan*
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