I am the King
If you substitute the words "scrambled eggs" for the king's various attempts at instructing the guard, and every other known egg preparation for the guard's questions to the king's request, you will have a fair approximation of our Sunday morning discussions in which I am the king and Stephen is the guard. Unlike the guard who is just plain dumb, however, Stephen finds it inconceivable* that I detest all egg preparations but scrambled (*it does mean what I think it means).
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"They're kissing again. Do we have to read the kissing parts?"
and
"Have fun storming the castle!"
are two of my favorites.