So my boyfriend and I decided to declare ourselves monarchs.
Introducing:
Tweetamus, Scourge of Liars
and
Contravo, the Disputer
Feel free to hail.
In defense of all precedent and tradition, Contravo instructs his followers to prepare to resist the edict.
“You may not talk about things. You may only talk about talking about things,” Contravo explained.
Tweetamus, Scourge of Liars, thought to herself: “This sounds like bullsh*t.”
“Heretofore, any Disloyal Tomfoolery shall be met with the Harshest of Punishment,” she decreed.
Contravo, the Disputer, clamors to apologize.
“A time will be allotted for the Venting of Spleens,” sayeth Contravo, the Disputer, who understands that the world before his Assumption of Authority was an uncomfortable place.