T1W9

Not 1 hour, but 1.5 hours of recess on thursday for our class! (:

we literally have a British teacher. xD

funny errors on our school website. (:
i'mtoomuchofaromanticapparently.

T1W9

meganomaniacal, fiat, expatriated, balk, bluntly

"I hereby decree that all imbeciles who balk my taxes to be exiled!"the meganomaniacal dictator bellowed loudly, his tiny assisstant scribbling down his order into a neat fiat. The stout man flinched as his boss slammed both his gigantic fists on the firm surface of his desk, standing up and pushing his cushioned chair away from his trunk-like legs.

"Quickly, mite! Go and declare my new rule to the world!"he gestured his hand towards the large, golden doors of his throne room, his red cloak flowing behind his maculine build.

"R-Right away, your mightiness!"the man squeaked in a barely audible voice, scurrying out of the room in two shakes.

&&

"Hereye, hereye,"the short, balding man had to position himself on the top of two wooden crates so as to allow the large crowd at the marketplace to be able to see him clearly. He cleared his throat once, then twice, before unrolling the parchment he had locked under his left arm. Meanwhile, the townsfolk who had previously been emersed in chatter hushed down, gathering in a circle around the assistant.

"Anyone who refuses to pay his majesty's taxes, will be marked with treason, and shall henceforth be expatriated!"he declared with a surprisingly loud tone for one of his small size.

"What? Just banishment? No rolling heads?"a voice with unknown origins cried out bluntly from the sea of commoners.

"Shut your mouth this instant!"the aging man gasped at the rude comment.

"Make me!"a young boy, no older than sixteen years of age, stepped forward from the circle of villagers. The midget made a 'tsk' sound, snapping his stubby fingers swiftly. In an instant, two burly men, clad in knight's amour, seized the boy's upper arms, dragging him off in the direction of the castle. Conversation erupted amongst the people, some started to protest against the action, jeering at the dictator's assistant. However, the man flashed the lot of them a deathly glare.

"Anyone else who has a problem, can either have their head on the floor or leave!"