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Listen, Sean. I'm far too busy in my role as Barbelith Minister of Cursing, not to mention all my pro bono work with the Unremarked Irony Association, to fuck around with a ceremonial office. I don't want to wear Jack's furry king-hat, either, he doesn't wash that thing. I think it is traditional, while the king is off on a quest, for his brother, wife, or clever offspring to fill in for him. To wit:
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