"YOU ARE CLEARLY THE DOMINANT FLESHLING." The small robot spoke as he stared up at the Princess, hands resting on his hips, clearly thinking of a course of action. "WHAT IS IT THAT BRINGS YOUR POWER OVER THE SMALLER, INFERIOR MUSHROOM FLESHLINGS? IS IT THE CROWN?"
OH, WOW ! IT WASN’T OFTEN she was visited by someone of the mechanical variety ! the robot’s greeted with a pleasant smile ( she might’ve almost stepped on him had she not been paying attention ) & his question is acknowledged with a short, quick giggle.
“ well– the crown does play a part, but it’s a lot more than just that ! i happened to inherit the crown through my bloodline. “














