Haggis McBagpipe said:
cortez said:
o by the way i would be content to work behind the scenes as your royal advisor
I accept this great honour to be Queen of Canada, it is convenient timing, since I have all my torture rooms in good working order (well, except for Room 473, with the . . . but we won't go into that). Besides, I have a taste for utter and complete ruthless power. :lol:
I dub thee Sir Cortez, Personal Advisoratium to the Throne.
hail to thee oh wonderous queen
your completeness is far more than ruthless
it is tastefull and sweetly painfull
to be tortured by you
THAT is no punishment
but an honour at the least
at the very least
your kingdom shall be pure anarchy as your subjects
vie for the coveted honour
what cortez means your honor is that
your ruthlessness is matched with impecable justice
thus punishment under your domains is of course dispensed in proportion to the severity crime
quite unlike elizabeths cowardly regime
and so crime shall escalate
as unspeakable atrocities desperately seek their proportional pain
as for the rooms you mention
loyal cortez has already taken measures to render the task more extreme
the scapels
the acid lemon drops
the pepper spray
the bowel teasers
the bibles and porcupine jackets
the shearing cables
the flesh lumpers
taser guns and probes
have all been tested on those dirty beggar dogs
and screaming pigs
and i must say your majesty
the results were somewhat more than evil itself could bear
for the fortunate creatures
seemed to beg for more
and yet more
as if all of being itself
was being hacked to shreds
perhaps you heard those screams
but mistook the sound for heavenly music
as i at first did
but cortez and his four feet
....... and other deformaties shall of music speak later
imagine the heaven described above
then imagine myself as the supreme being--
a role your loyal toro has suggested for cortez
imagine that
and how favoured your status would be under my domain and how absolute
power would flow from me to you and toro
and in the flowing not diminish one iota
imagine that continuing untill not a drop of blood remains flowing in any vien but are all spilt in those cosy rooms of yours
i await your answer