Niples+Efof "Pursuading the queen"
Posted byPosted: Jun 25, 2002, 7:17pm
HRH Seymour Niples and Efof Yuwankar New Ibiza A big mansion
The mansion was big, it was in a fantastic setting with the sound of the nearby cliffs and waterfall in the background. Making the Ffionian want to pee, he gripped his hat. There were lots of girls in bikinis jumping up and down playing vollyball on the lawn, and men with waxed chests and perfectly tones muscles chasing them. Seymour averted his yes. Was he ever that young and carefree? He saw Efof staring at the girls and gripping his hat tighter. He dragged the Ffionian inside. The place was not a mansion for one person, but more of a nice block of flats, it reminded Seymour of the space-core academy student accommodation. He smiled as he remembered his days of study. He always fancied the girl down the hall, but she played Netball and vollyball, he was more of a Croquet and Bridge man himself.
Efof lead him to the queens room. Seymour politely knocked before he barged in. the ex-Queen sat with her hairdryer up to her hair. Queen Brittany Jennifer Royal. Seymour said as he saw her. Hey, you just cant barge into a girls bedroom
He did knock said Efof pathetically hiding behind Seymour.
The queen gasped in shock and anger. You little rat! She lunged for Efof but Seymour effortlessly kept her at arms length. I bet you lead his right to me!
Calm down miss Seymour said pushing her back onto the bed. He closed her apartment door. Youve done pretty well for yourself to say you havnt got the entire royal fortune anymore. I got a job. Seymour looked startled. The queen has a job?! Jennifer was going to argue that she wasnt the queen anymore but let that one pass. Yes Im a dancer at the club, they hired me cos I look like the Queen of England
She flicked her wrist.
For some reason. Shes very good as well! Efof said innocently and hid behind Seymour as She tried to attack him again. Anyway, Thats why Im here
. Here we go. She muttered in annoyance as she expected a lecture. Seymour continued anyway. Theres been a lot happening since you left, the entire Human race think youre dead, and theyre accusing me of murder! Oh so you just want to clear your name? How noble. Brittany Jennifer scoffed.
And he blew up Buckingham palace! Efof added and got an elbow in the ribs.
Thats not why. The British people are crying out for a monarch, you are
were a symbol of good things. Tradition that everyone has known and respected for as long as theyd lived and you cant just quit because you want to. Every country needs something to be proud of just because its what makes that country unique. Yes okay I admit its a bit stuffy for a 20 year old who wants to go out clubbing every night but people love that, millions of tourists come to see that because they expect it. Even the silly Queen accent.
She sighed. I suppose youre right
Jolly good. Seymour said, taking that as a yes Ill come home. Theyre probably rebuilding Buckingham palace, and youve got a choice of 5 castles to live in.
But its just so old fashioned and boring. I dont like castles, I prefer living here.
Seymour rolled his eyes. And then had an idea. What if I found a way for you to live here and still be Queen of England, and you can still go to all the posh royal family occasions? You mean taking a space ship every time I want to go back? She whined. It would take ages and people would see the ship landing at the palace and follow me back, I want to carry on living here in secret.
Hmm. Said Seymour and thought about contacting someone on the Blue Dwarf.
David "Onion" Ball Captain Seymour Niples, JMC Blue Dwarf
WWW.BlueDwarf.co.uk
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He went to kiss her, but remembering her recent wave of vomiting, thought better of it and went to kiss her hand. The first one he went for was covered in vomit, so he changed his mind and went for the other. That one was covered in blood. What a predicament for a gentleman. (Katrina Swete+Seymour Niples, BlueDwarf.co.uk)
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