I am the Great Leon!

“All right, who spiked the Emperor’s drink? Again?”

"SPACE pirates, you bald and pink-skinned imbecile!! And get off my blog!!"

He sips his tea with great satisfaction.

“You need a day to go naked?” Leon is already piss drunk and hardly in anything.

“Sounds like at least a few of you need some appointments with our one and great Emperor. I’d be more than happy to arrange.~”

He takes one look at his Emperor... and gets it.

“Hmph. ‘Sinday’. Can’t I just murder someone in cold blood? Murder is a sin too, no?”

“If you ask me, the better pastimes there? Learning how to strike fear into the biggest brutes and how to make weapons out of their teeth. Creativity thrives in prison.”

“Well. This is happening.”

*DRUNKEN LAUGH-WHEEZING*

"....and before you ask my opinion of her in regards to Panther, I deal enough with his poetry-waxing as is. I keep my distance from Krystal if only so I do not have to deal with the source of that waxing."

“....Now that I think about it, I don’t think Medieval enough. Clearly I need to add an iron chair, the rack, and a bronze beast to my repertoire. Now I must know--what Saurian makes a sweeter sound from the cries of the anguished dying? An Earthwalker or a Thorntail?”

“What is there to think about? They’re of another gender who are frequently tasked to bear children. In the end, they all bleed the same.”