Brave but inconsiderate Sir Zomberth is in the Throne Room of the Castle of the Many Emerald-marbled Floors, summer residence of his majesty King Rhubarb the Unclean-footed, waiting for the Wise White Wizard to give him audience, when rats start swarming across the polished floor.
[Note: Of course, the floor is polished because it is winter and his Majesty has not yet set his unclean foot on it.]
Brave but soon-to-be-transformed-into-a-frog Zomberth bravely brandishes the first thing that comes handy, bravely gets the upper ground, and bravely engages a fierce battle with the 2-stud long rodents.
The Wise White Wizard chooses exactly that moment to come back from his meeting (ermmm...), holding the keys to the study room (erm...), and calmly addresses the situation.
"WHAT the @#%& are you doing on the throne, and most especially WHAT the @#%& are you doing with the sacred sceptre of P'thuy?"
Several unappreciative words aimed at Sir Zomberth follow from his Wise White Mouth. These are better left unwritten because I hear there are children around.
I made them stick.... As this is mostly (bad) SNOT, I had to have Zomberth hold the stick-o-meter...