They hate me.
Yes your majesty.
I will write them a song.
No your majesty, they will think you foolish and liable to the whims of fashion.
I shall build them a church.
No your majesty they will think you are dying and this may give heart to those that wish to over throw you.
Very well, I shall decrease the tax I ask them to pay.
No your majesty then you will not have enough money to buy off your enemies.
Of course, wise council, Then I shall tour the land telling jokes and humorous anecdotes.
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Then we will shoot them all.
Yes your majesty, then we will shoot them all.