Annoying Jareth
67/68 - It can't take that long to do your hair
Jareth gaped at the Creature, who in turn was smiling sweetly at him. It had some weird furry thing in its hands called a 'wig'. Apparently it would 'free the goblins from hairdressing slavery' and 'save him time in the morning'. He wasn't quite sure what the hell was going on. One moment he was yelling at it and attempting to beat it over the head with a poker for once again messing with his kingdom, now it was presenting him with what sounded like an interesting gift. He wasn't quite sure about this whole freeing goblins thing, but he was mildly interested.
"A wig? What exactly does it do?"
The Creature gave him a strange look. "Well, it's much better quality than your current one so it won't need as much attention and won't look as ratty" it replied quite merrily.
"Yes, but what do I actually do with it?" he sounded exasperated.
"Um… You put it on your head?" the Creature gave him a quizzical look.
"But then it would cover my hair, and that seems rather pointless considering how marvelous it looks"
The Creature balked. "Wait, that's your real hair?!"
Realization finally dawned on the king as to what a wig was, just as the Creature disappeared. He stomped his way down to the throne room, absolutely fuming that anyone would dare say his hair was anything but fabulous.
He spent the day stomping around his castle, determined to find and throttle the rotten little beast that had invested his kingdom. It took most of the day, but when he finally found it he was immediately satisfied with the yelp of surprise it let out as he lifted it by the scruff. He was just about to start into a tirade when the thing started screaming.
"Help help I'm being repressed!" Jareth quickly dropped it as it placed a well aimed boot to a certain sensitive part of his anatomy. Goblins suddenly flooded the castle, screaming something about the 'violence inherent in the system' and something about 'voting' and other things that sounded far too smart to be coming from the tiny beasts he commanded.
He retreated to his throne room, vowing revenge and quickly banishing any tiny terror he met on his way to the bog of eternal stench.
A/N - I do so love Monty python. Again short, especially for a two in one, but not much I could write about either really.