A knock sounded from the door of Liz Lemon's office.
"Miss Lemon?" a funny voice said.
"Come in," Lemon said over the half eaten doughnut in her mouth.
The owner of the voice walked in: Kenneth.
"Miss. Lemon," he said, but she was hardly paying attention. "I am here talk about my promotion."
That had got her attention. When it did, part of her doughnut had lodged in her throat, and now she was furiously coughing while trying not to choke. "Pro-" cough, cough. "-motion?" she finally mange to wheeze.
"Yes, Miss Lemon!" Kenneth replied cheerfully.
"Kenneth," Lemon said tentively. "You know we can't afford to give raises to people. It's a miracle we still have the amount of staff we have…"
"Oh, no, Miss. Lemon," he said. "I'm talking about my promotion to a knight."
"What did you just say?" she asked, stunned.
"MY-PRO-MO-TION-TO-A-KNI-GHT." He said, enunciating each word.
"A knight?" she said profoundly confused.
"Yes, a Knight of TV." He said proudly.
Lemon's mouth hung open. What in God's name was he thinking. She wasn't religious and all but even God would be flabbergasted at this statement.
"I need to go…" she said, trying to carefully escape this situation. She needed to tell Jack.
"Jack," Liz said, barging into his office.
"Yes, Lemon," He said from his special thinking spot.
"It's Kenneth."
"What did Tracy do to him this time?" he asked nonchalantly.
"No, it's not Tracy this time," she said thinking back to all the other strange thing Tracey had done to Kenneth. Woman fishing, vampire hunting ( poor Jenna. Tracy thought she was a vampire…), and the list goes on, and on…
"Jack, I'm worried. Kenneth wants to be a knight."
"Lemon… Have you been drinking again?" he said coming to feel her forehead.
"No, Jack," she said pushing his palm away. "This is real this time. He just asked me if he could be a knight of television."
"Then make him one."
"What?" she was saying that an awful lot today.
"Lemon, this isn't my problem. As long as he isn't getting a raise, give him what he wants. What harm can Kenneth possibly cause?" he said laughing.
"I guess you're right…"
"Then get to it."
She frowned because she had to stop leaning against the couch and go back to work. But before she left, she made sure to stick out her to Jack.
He shot one right back at her.