It has clouded over but the deck door is open and Mr the Mung Bean and his Uncle the Brother have beaten the Imp to the deck swing.
They have stretched out and so there is no room. Period.
The Imp may be the littlest, but if you think he will accept this outrage you are mistaken.
Less than 30 seconds later the Brother is now seated in the sitting room inside and the Bean has removed himself to the basement couch. His IMPerial Majesty may not be wearing his crown, but he is still the Ruler of All the Things.
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