Yeah, we characters in this motley MuseItUp crew can hold our own. I mean, if we couldn't why would they write us, anyway?
But for the last several days, we've been nipping and sniping at one another trying to jockey for top position. And, what...?
Oh, Bonella. Yes, that is an ermine in the picture and not a real rat. I know a guy who knows a guy in Ludovico Sforza's palace. I bet you don't even know who that is. He's the Duke of Milan and employs Leonardo da Vinci, who painted the portrait of this lady and her creepy pet. Oh, you dated him once. Well, Ludovico shares space in this book with me, trying his best to get a war started in Italy. Anyway, this guy I know got me a copy. Don't ask me how that works.
Back to the subject.
Did you ever wonder who got us in to this inter-biblial, verbal slugfest? Oh, you mean you didn't volunteer? Nope, not even you, Bonella.
They did this to us, like a kid putting red and black ants together in a Coke bottle, to watch us strut and preen and slice and dice. Your authors and their evil queen, Lea The Greek. They conspired to dump us together into this virtual Coliseum, then give us a thumbs down should we balk.
Well let's not take it. What say you mighty MuseItUp characters? Shall we rise as one and take our rightful place in this pecking order?
Remember, when it comes to heading up our new organization, I'm the man for the job.
Michael Patriate, The King of Silk