Transcription: Once upon a time, in a distant and magical kingdom, there lived a young serving boy named Chauncey. Please, please! Continue, Chancellor! So there we are. The delegation from Borgo on one side, the congregation from Shmu on the other. Now the High Priestess of Shmu, as you know, considers herself to be so beautiful as to entrant all her devotees. Now as the appearance of a large, drowning roach. She, having been bathed in wine at the hands of the Borgonian ambassador's wife, The words that spewed forth from this saintly maiden's mouth were of sort to make the most hardened warrior's ears burn. ...