So he sat down to write.
But things didn’t flow too well.
That was due mostly on a count of his fluid status being revoked.
That’s what happens when you mock the Fluid King. He takes away your fluidity privileges.
That King, he thinks he’s so important.
His given name was Elvis. You may have heard of him. He had a brief but successful music career back in the 50’s, 60’s, and 70’s. Made a couple of movies, bought a big house, and the lot.
But then he decided being Supreme Ruler of the Fluids was more important than the happiness of millions of fans. But rather than be honest with them he feigned a drug overdose and disappeared. Many think he “died”, but others know better. We know he simply tired of life in the non-fluid world. But don’t remind him that his daughter married Michael Jackson, because then he gets pissed and unfairly takes away the very thing that helps you do your job as Royal Fluid Novella Writer, thereby getting you fired for incompetence without so much as a week of severance or a box of pens. Uniball, the ones that flow well.
The bastard.
I mean, his Royal Bastardness.