I'm pretty sure we've done this tonight already, I do not own this! It had to be said. This is the second for humor fiction piece I've posted all day, so if this one fails, and that one fails, don't tell me a didn't label it for humor, I tried my best.
Sully gathered the dishes from the table and left the mess hall with them, and went to the kitchen, "I wonder what would happen if these dishes were an enemy." She mused, and bumped into Kellam, neither one saw the other until they ran into each other, so a dish broke but she caught herself before the others suffered the same fate, but that one casualty was enough for her imagination to dance to, and she let out a roar, and we see a critical cut screen, "Ah! I'm going to wash you twice, I'm going to scrap the scrapes into a bag and taunt all the mice, then take a soapy cloth to the finest china and I won't be done until I see my reflection grinning back at me, even if it take the rest of my life! Take my advice and do a double take before you cross me once!" Kellam stared at her, and then shrugged, "I'll keep that in mind, though I should polish my armor sometime today."
"Huh, did I say that out loud? Well, they'll never let me here the end of this one."
Thus ends the story of a knight who sung but once, and though Olivia will never forget the words, the rest of us might—just don't show this to Sully.
But sometimes the best we do is the worst that could have been done, sometimes the worst we do is the best that's ever been done.