As requested by @pisscress on Twitter, a badger cheering up a sad bee.
“It’s not the end of the world, your Majesty.” said Brock, gently.
“How do you KNOW?” wailed Melicent. “My whole family, my whole empire wiped out by plague. And before all this my scouts reported that YOU’re on a government wanted list. Don’t tell me everything’s alright, you stripefaced halfwit!”
“Wanted, eh?” Brock was impressed. “And you’re a fugitive too. I mean, obviously that “plague” was an assassination attempt.”
“But we’ve commuted no CRIME, Brock, where’s the justice? What do we do now?”
“We’ll just have to survive as soldiers of fortune. A plan will come together, Mel. You’ll see.”
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