This Is A Story In Which A King Is Tested To His Greatest Degree

More specifically, this is a story about absolute nonsense and monarchic totalitarianism. Please pay no attention to it.

It shall be split into two or three parts if I decide to write the other one or two.

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This is a story about a king.
He was a great king. He was a greater king than the other kings whom respected his power. He was, indeed, the greatest king. The king of kings that ruled over their kingdoms. And he was indeed the greatest.

This king thought of himself as the greatest, and within his prideful pleasure of re-assuring greatness he heeded to no concerns of any sort, for he always assumed that his decisions, as ridiculous and unfathomable they would be, were indeed quite great. Greater than the decisions of the other kings, which did not include the great usage of greatness that his decisions greatly included.

However, in his greatness, his lowly and deplorable duke, Duke Marquess, clearly did not understand the greatness of the king that was indeed great. The Duke – who was certainly not great in every definition of the word great – claimed that the beleaguering peons of the king's great kingdom of greatness did not respect the king's great authority. The king did not believe this surly ungreatness until the peons themselves had sent a special present for the king. Believing this present, in the king's greatness, to be quite great, he opened it with a great glee. What he discovered instead was anything but great – a partly-charred sheet of great paper with the words “Your mother was an echidna” hastily and ungreatly scribbled on in wet black ink, a great black ink that in the king's kingdom was indeed great. This statement enraged the great king and his great greatness, as he knew that his absolutely great mother was not an echidna but once the great – but not as great – queen of this great kingdom of his, and was greatly annoyed at these peons' disregard for proper and great facts. The king, the great king, intended to teach these ungreat peons a great lesson in greatness.

The king was a greatly smart man in all of his greatness, and in his greatness he decided to visit the source of the vile treachery that was committed on himself and his greatness. The king knew in his greatness that he would indeed teach those unruly peasants a great lesson and lecture them greatly, for he was indeed the king of everything that was great. He was the great king of every great thought and great thing and great truffle that existed in his great little country of great people that were always happy and great all the time because the great king of everything great knew that his great presence promoted happiness and greatness throughout the great land. The great king knew that an ungreat change in this great social conformity of irrefutable and unchangeable greatness would be dealt with in great haste, as any change in the greatness of the social structure and opinion within his great kingdom would quite definitely not be great for the greatness of the great king and his great kingdom.

And indeed would his greatness be cast upon these ungreat and upsetting peasants that threatened his greatness with their ungreat acts of ungreatness.