Arthur needs help. The man is in desperate need of lightening up, he really is.
Honestly, I make a perfectly witty remark – and really, it was one of my better quips, even if I say so myself – and His Royal Humourless just looked at me like my brain was addled.
My brain?
It's not me who was stupid enough to fall asleep using a bowl of stew as a pillow, and was then too much of a stick-in-the-mud to laugh at what was clearly a genius turn of phrase.
He really doesn't appreciate me as much as he ought to...