A brown field mouse in a robe with a fancy sword stood next to a pure female ferret with an air of, 'I'm am your better.' She also had a saber.
"Hello. I'm Matthias, redwall champion, father and grandfather of Martin the second and Mattimeo." The mouse introduced himself politely and in a kind tone. The ferret and the other hand…
"Greetings, future slaves, I ve Princess Kudra. Your soon to ve master." The ferret said arrogantly.
Matthias stared at her for a moment before turning his head back to the camera. "I'm a woodlander."
"I ve vermin." Kudra gave a toothy grin.
"So, how'd you die?" Matthias asked out of curiosity.
"Oh, vouldn't you like to know?" Kudra sneered.
Matthias raised a paw in a 'clam down' fashion. "It was just a question."
Kudra raised a brow, "Oh, and how you veel if somebeast asked you how you'd died?"
Matthias' answered caught her off guard, "I would calmly tell him or her that I died peacefully of old age with Cornflower."
Truth be told, kudra didn't expect him to answer that way, in fact, she expected him to say something like, 'I wouldn't like it,' or, 'not very much.' But thanks to long hours of playing poker with every other deadbeast out there. Kudra managed to hide her surprise.
"Oh veah, I died in my lover's arms too, oh wait I didn't have von." Matthias seemed to be honestly surprised by this.
"Really? I thought you had that fox with the cut off tail." Kudra rolled her eyes.
"Oh please. That dummkopf vouldn't give a deadbeast flowers even if you paid 'im to."
"But doesn't he keep calling you 'dearie,' or, 'beauty?"
"Vas sarcastic, besides, he is vay too old and fat for me."
Just then, the studio east doors were barged open by a peeved off looking Plugg firetail who looked ready to tear the Princess apart limb by limb. "YOU-" Plugg began to say, but the next paragraph of words were strangely bleeped out. In fact, that was all Matthias and Kudra were hearing. Taking a glance over to the right, they saw Clint raise a brow and put a paw over his ears every so often, suggesting that Plugg was saying very bad words in a very creative way.
Plugg could've gone on for another hour, but he was cut off by the crack of a gunshot. Suddenly kneeling on one leg, Plugg, being a fictional character, didn't die or be seriously injured. He did however, let out a firestorm of curse words again. The shooter, Clint, whistled very calmly as he walked across the stage with a smoking pistol in hand…err paw. Grabbing the fox by the tail, the mouse dragged him outside the studio, (but had to stop temporary to grab another part of the fox. Seeing as how his tail plopped off.)
Matthias turned back to Kudra, "So how did you die?"
Kudra shrugged, "Vell on me sword."
"Oh…did it hurt?"
"Very much."
"Hm."
A/N: If your interested in what the word dummkopf means: it's German for "Stupid person." And if you look at Kudra's accent and the German one, there are some similarities, no?
Also, no foxes with their tails chopped off were harmed in the making of this chapter. Oh that reminds me! I have to reload…my…pistol.
Crap.
Put the cinderblock down. We don't have to-*Is pummeled by every Plugg fan out there* OW OW! PAIN! ENOUGH! QUIT IT! OW! *Now black, blue, and bleeding heavily.* Ouch…
