THE GOBBLIN KING sat down at his computer chair after a long day of reaping shitposts from the endless golden wheat-colored meme fields outside New Rindyar Castle. His extremities ached, his brow stung vaguely from dried sweat , and the space behind his eyes was sore from squinting in the bright sunlight of the afternoon that so freely beams over the vast, treeless meme fields. Normally the meme-reaping was left to the common GOBBLINS, but THE GOBBLIN KING was a man of the people and occasionally liked to remind his people of his own humility as such a GREAT LEADER.
As THE GOBBLIN KING drew and exhaled a deep breath, stretching and then relaxing his chest, and clearing his mind from the troubles of the day, the chamber doors of the Rindyar throne room opened swiftly, swinging out majestically into the GAY HALL OF THE GOBBLIN KING. Havelle, the MOUTH OF THE GOBBLIN KING, sauntered up to THE GAY THRONE, knelt, and addressed THE GOBBLIN KING.
"GOBBLINKINGGREATLEADER", Havelle shouted unnecessarily loudly like an autistic fucking nerd, "a letter has arrived for you in the post this evening. It is from a man in the town swuare who claims to apologize for his poor quality shitspeaking."
THE GOBBLIN KING looked quizzically at Havelle momentarily, then spoke authoritatively, "How fucking gay... but at least he regrets his missteps. Bring the letter to me."
Havelle approached the GAY THRONE and THE GOBBLIN KING took the letter from his outstretched hand. An extremely gay glint shone in his eyes like fire for just an instant, so furiously intense that Havelle's eyes darted down and away from its potency.
Then THE GOBBLIN KING unzipped his pants, pulled out his GOBBLIN cock, and proceeded to jerk his GREEN GOBBLIN DICK as he read the note. Moments passed as the "fap, fap", fap" of his hand stretching his GOBBLIN COCK echoed throughout the still and quiet chamber. Then THE GOBBLIN KING reached climax, blowing a fat white load on the letter while moaning to himself in a simultaneously gravelly and excited voice that might sound similar to Jeff Bridges if you were obsessed with a terrible fucking movie he stars in, "fuck yeah I'm the fucking GOBBLIN KING I'm so fucking cool on the internet oh my god yes, oh fuck yes".
Then THE GOBBLIN KING locked eyes with Havelle, now kneeling back at the base of the GAY THRONE. Each could scarcely contain the arousal they felt, and unspoken and long-burning passion shone on both their faces.
"Take this letter back to him. The message should be abundantly clear."
Havelle, his penis fully and painfully erect inside of his greaves, spoke lowly "as you wish my liege", took the letter, placed it back in the envelope, and exited the GAY THRONE ROOM.
THE GOBBLIN KING, now alone in his GAY THRONE ROOM, spoke aloud, as if to the walls themselves or some unseen spirits "if this were written as a story and told in the town square, somebody would have to be a real fucking autist to sit through all of it."