* The louds footsteps of the King echo through the hall, using his hammer as a cane, his metallic arm holding onto it with a tight grip. Passing by, multiple dummies, all glancing up at the king then returning to their normal activities, well, atleast that was until everyone's glance was stolen by a pie flying, hitting the king in the face.
* He instinctively closes his eyes, the pie the size of a person's face was merely the size of his cheek. He opens his eye, his constant frown's size shrinking, as he lifts up his hand, taking the pie off his face and using the cast to take rests off his cheek.
* The rooms screams with silence, few having their glance towards the person, but many keeping their stare onto the king for what he does next. His stare locked onto the pie, his eyebrows furrowing, as he then proceeds to. . . Take a bite off the pie.
> ´´. . .Is it Cherry? It has a sweet taste to it. Maybe some other sweet, Apple pie?´´
* He looks at the anon, raising his eyebrows and blinking twice, he hums for a bit, closing his eyes and taking a moment to process. Before opening his eyes, glancing to the side at a random dummy. Who's eyes widden as the King's glare meets him.
> ´´I am not good with testing tastes. Here, try it yourself and tell me what it is.´´
* He then proceeds to throw the pie at the dummy's face. A fellow holding a snicker before bursting out laughing at the situation, the pied dummy takes the pie off his face, throwing at the one who laughed at him.
* The king gives a chuckle. Giving a large smile, shining alongside his beard, shouting out loud for the whole hall to heed.
> ´´The one with the most people pied doesn't have to clean the mess!´´
* After a clean moment of silence, the pie flies once more, and again, and again, all out war erupting within the halls, the pie flying from and to, splashing against the walls and into the faces of the dummies there. Until it eventually lands back onto the Anon's face.
* The king continues his march through the hall, passing by the anon and briefly placing his hand onto the anon's head, patting it twice before letting go. Moving on from the halls of war, the pie getting plucked from the Anon's face by a dummy, who proceeds to throw it at another.
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