I, Sir Appleseed Tritus Glutensio the fifth of Shirecast hath no faintest clue. Thine people speaketh in such tongues in my kingdom. For the heavens gift us speech of the Gods themselves!
TIS' CHAIR IS AGGRESSIVE IN THINE SPACE! THY CHAIR IS INDEED TAKETH OVER THY QUARTERS! THOU SHALT RECLAIM TIS' AREA THEN! CHAIRETH! BEGONE FROM THY HOLY SANCTITY! THINE IS MAKETH I PROUD, MINE HEIR!!!