“What in God’s name is going on now?” Shouted the Chamberlain over the cries and screams of GarGar, le comte des Deux Chats. His new valet and half a dozen palace guards were holding him down on the bed while a physician struggled to pour some concoction down his throat. The Chamberlain was amazed by le comte’s strength as he managed to wriggle a leg free and used it to kick the black-clad doctor under the chin. The poor man shouted something unintelligible as his flask flew against a wall with a crash.
“Get your ogreish hands off of me!” Yelled GarGar. This last outburst brought forth an unsuppressed giggle from the Chamberlain. “Such language…” he tut-tutted.
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