Hello once again readers! Are we all having fun? YES? Oh good, let's see what's happening with the Queen, Knight Steven and Pounce De Fuzzums.
Pounce De Fuzzums was yet another good choice in the Queen entourage. Really, the mighty Queen had an eye for these things. Knight Steven was enjoying the company; however it seemed that Pounce De Fuzzums was for one of the other Stevens. That will just not do. The mighty Queen had to keep her posy together. What in the hell type of posy only has two people in them? Really, just sad. The mighty Queen made an attempt to stop Pounce De Fuzzums from getting taken by Steven 9. Knight Steven came between the mighty Queen and Steven 9; nothing would stop the Queen from her task at hand. Not even the prospect from killing off the Stair Champion! That most foul of evil doer! The mighty Queen will one day face this foe, and beat him into the floor! Make him less vertical and what not! Then she will face the evil of evil doors. Those evil doors will know the wrath of the all-powerful Queen! They will shake in their door jams and fear the mere mention of-OOOO! IS THAT A SNACK CAKE? OH THANK YOU KNIGHT STEVEN!
Once again distracted by the kingdoms most favorite of treats, the mighty Queen clacks her goodbyes to Steven 9 and Pounce De Fuzzums. The mighty Queen added the wrapper to her royal bed of yummy reminders. As the Queen made her way to her most royal of furniture, Knight Steven took out her beautiful accessory. Ah yes, another walk into the wondrous kingdom. She really needs to figure out a name for this place. It just being a generic kingdom was getting lame.
On their mighty walk around the kingdom, the Queen read one of the old flyers that one of the Stevens had dropped. Such a silly flyer really, warning about something called a "Legate." What in the world is a "Legate?" It looked funny, and was very tiny. So tiny that she could hit this Legate with her mighty pincer in one blow! The mighty Queen began to fight the Legate flyer, making quick swipes at the paper. The tiny Stevens took note of the mighty Queens task of improving morale, and added more paper to the epic mock battle; a truly awesome sight to see, the mighty Queen taking out one piece of paper after the other. Making note to swipe at the Legate paper more than the others. The tiny Stevens were starting to warm up to the mighty Queen. This pleased her so much that she clicked her mandibles in approval as one of the tiny Stevens took to patting her atop her mighty head.
Knight Steven took note of this, and bent down to encourage this interaction. Surely Knight Steven knew this was a very good public stunt, letting the little ones pet the mighty Queen. It would surely be in all the tabloids world round; "Mighty Queen of all that can be seen has a soft spot for tiny Stevens." Yes, the Queen would be the talk of the town. This made the Queen extremely happy. Once off again, the mighty Queen had a bit more pep in her mightiest of steps. Knight Steven came to a stop in front of another building, and tied the end of her wondrous accessory to a post and-LEFT THE QUEEN ALONE.
The mighty Queen was alone, outside with all the other Stevens just looking at her. They were silently judging her. Making judgments of her parliamentary decisions; surely they knew that it wasn't her idea to make the uniforms for the Stevens inside of the royal headquarters so bland! They were already like that! She swears! Oh no, one of them is approaching her. This Steven came with a stick, oh no, the lynching will surely start now. One thing will lead to another, Knight Steven and Pounce De Fuzzums will become lost without their Queen.
The mighty Queen, making one silent prayer was prepping for the worst. The Stevens out her outnumbered her, she would not make this out of here alive, and she just knew it. The Steven took its stick and—patted the Queen gently with it, in an almost loving manner. The Queen looked up at this Steven, with all of her eyes trying to judge what this Steven was going to do. After a bit with the stick, the Steven took its hand and patted her royal head. Knight Steven then came out, carrying a small package (hopefully it was more snack cakes). Knight Steven looked at the other Steven. This must be a form of territory battle for the species known as Steven. They were gazing at one another with an intensity that only the Queen could muster on the best of days. They must be communicating at such a deep level—oh hey look they are talking now. If only the Queen understood Steven. Though she could read English perfectly, she had no idea what language those two were talking in. Such a sad thing really, so much power but the basic grasp of language eluded her.
The new Steven accompanied Knight Steven and the mighty Queen back to the royal headquarters. They were going around it, they stopped around the back. The new Steven was pointing at the strange contraptions near the most evil of doors. The ones without handles. Curiosity over took the mighty Queen, she made a bold move and lunged for the objects. She felt a strange tingly feeling all throughout her being. It made her feel, STRONG. Oh so STRONG. Perhaps she should just stay here a bit-AH KNIGHT STEVEN, DON'T PULL THAT.
Knight Steven pulled back the mighty Queen; he appeared to be worried for her royal being. He was assessing her like she was damaged in some sort of way. The mighty Queen reassured her subject with a mighty pat to his head, which made Knight Steven giggle in some sort of way. The other Steven became curious as to why the mighty Queen was doing such a simple task. Did this Steven not understand how well she treated her subjects? This Steven became very interested in Knight Steven then, talking in excited tones. Knight Steven then invited the strange Steven inside the headquarters, and began to give the mighty Queen a look over as well. Hm, perhaps this Steven should be removed he seems to be very irksome-OH SWEET ANOTHER SNACK CAKE. THANK YOU NEW STEVEN, BEST FRIEND.
The new Steven had found his way into the mighty Queens heart, via snack cakes. Her true weakness, which she denies to this day.
A new Steven! Will he get a title? Or will he be forever known as "New Steven?" WHO KNOWS? I DON'T.