The Momentary Interruption of Prince Phargle
As told with a few pictures. And very little plot.
(the quality is low because I got tired. pictures and plot both. I'm really tired)
1494 - 1501
I am Prince Phargle Pherguson, King of Wales and Prince of Parody.
I am both a Prince and a King, which is less thrilling than it sounds.
I'm not actually Count Chocula, but that sounds more thrilling, so please keep the rumor alive.
By the way, I drew the picture myself.
Many people are upset with me for marrying a horse.
I don't care, I love animals.
Often.
She came with a bucketload of ducats. And huge tracts of land.
I thought she came with danish too, but it's just that she IS Danish,
she didn't actually have any danish.
Later there will be cake, though.
Often we go riding together. Look at the crazy route she takes!
Our rides always end up in a barn. A
Dirty barn.
This is my liege, King Feidlimidh II, King of the Unified Kingdom of Ireland.
He seems like a really nice guy.
My auntie made him that hat.
I like cake.
Also, I've never tried it, but death doesn't sound thrilling.
I wonder what the fine print will say?
Oh well, time to eat cake!
Nom Nom Nom!
Oh crud, that fine print really came back to bite me.
Worse than the horse.
I guess I'm no longer King.
At least I can still be Prince of Parody!
(And Count Chocula - keep the rumor alive)
This is the new map of Ireland, 1501.
I hope they fall in the sea.
Feidlimidh's future vassals should make sure they have vaseline.
I need your arms around me, I need to feel your touch
I need your understanding, I need your love so much
you tell me that you love me so, you tell me that you care
but when I need you baby, you're never there
on the phone long, long distance
always through such strong resistance
first you say you're too busy
I wonder if you even miss me