Jareth sat in his high chair, watching over his moronic minions skurry about chaceing after chickens, and goodness only knows what else. He sat boredly playing with his long black cane on the stone ground, beautiful blue eyes staring thoughtfully out the opened stone window, just overlooking the dirty streets of Gobblin city.
A chicken, kicked by a dirty little gobblin by accident, was catapolted in the air, destination. . Jareth's face. Quickly he lifted his hand with the black cane in it, and hit the chicken like a ball. Squacking it fell to the ground, where Jareth proceeded to beat it down untill it was only white and gray feathers remaining. The room was silent for quite some time as the whole congrigation of the room stood stunned; staring at the gobblin king.
"Third time this week it is" murmered a gangly looking woman gobblin to another. They nodded in agreement.
Jareth turned his head, and grabbed a small gobblin by its throat, getting close to its green face he sang "You remind me of the babe!"
Everyone groaned in agoney.
"Give it a rest Jareth, we've sung this song at least thirty million times!" an anonomus voice said in the short croud of green and brown faces. A frown appeared on jareth's face as he stared every one of them in the eyes. They all awaited silently for a reply.
"WELL! I CANT FIND ANY INSPIRATION!" he shouted flailing his hands in the air, and turning on his heel.
"You could find 'er again Jareth," a little woman gobblin said stepping out of the croud and looking up at the king.
"No no impossible. .. I felt so rejected the last time. . It took three months of intence therapy to get me back," he replied clearly hiding back the tears. The little woman patted his leg.
"I know dear I know," she said in a grandmother voice. Jareth whimpered, and frowned.
"I felt so DENIED!" he said over dramatically. "But no this time. . this time I have a better plan, one that will work, I will get her back mark my words I will. . . "
soooo? how was it? R&R