The Beginning?

Raisus: Hail Najibus, Thane of Pekanus, Ruler of Malayus, Slayer of Dollus.

All: Hail Najibus.

Najibus: Your seat you may take my subjects. We are perplexed and angered that a decree we made a moon ago, a decree so simple, hath not been tended to.

Raisus: My Lord Conqueror, oh please spare thy humble servant, what is the decree that yee hath made that hath not been tended to?

Najibus: Did not we, at the last meeting, decreed thee the son of Yatimus that this seat next to ours, this seat meant for our consort, the lovely Lady Rosmasus, be replaced, for her rump it cannot fit?

Raisus: Oh, my dear King, a seat thy servant have ordered, befitting the stature of such an esteem queen but alas my revered King, the treasury hath not the amount of gold to make a seat so huge to fit the royal rump of The Lady Rosmasus.

Najibus: What? Hath the Treasury been raided of all the gold given us by our arm Petronus?

Raisus: Yes, my King but we have sent emissaries to the Royal Kingdom of Zimbabwayus to borrow more gold.

Najibus: Cannot thee then raid the EPFus for the gold?

Raisus: Oh, keeper of the Royal Rump of Saifulus, the EPFus is not the property of the throne, for to the people it belongs?

Najibus: The people? Is not the people Our subject? Do not We, the Ruler of this land own the people? Thy tongue speaketh infamy to not include the people as Our property. Doth thou not love the head over thy shoulders?

Raisus: But my King, all the gold of EPFus hath been used for the purchase of Eurocoptus, Sukhoiyus, submarinus and to bail thy cronies at the KLSEus.

Najibus: Then raid Maybankus or Tabungus Hajus but leave CIMBus alone. Go now. Now, my ministers and cronies, speaketh thou of your wishes for in thou We are indebted to present this throne to Us. Speaketh!

Jayjus: My Lord, I am your subject from Pahangus, a former minister who had served you well until that wretched Prince of Slumberland untimely terminated my employ.

Najibus: Aaah Jayjus the Champion of Buttockus Grabus. What favour doth thy want of Us? Speaketh.

jayjus: A million buttockus, my king. I will then die a happy death.

Najibus: Granted. Muhyidus, scour the land for a million of the most beautiful buttockus but touch not the buttockus of Saifulus for that buttockus is state evidence.

Guard: Oh dear king, run for thy life. A traitor has slain all the guards and is now this way headed.

Najibus: What? A traitor doth want to slain Us, the King and Emperor? Doth he not know that Our ministers and cronies would rather see their own blood crimsoned the Pahangus River than see a tiny mosquito bleed Us. Ministers, to your station. Ministers, ministers. Wherefore art thou goeth with so much haste that leaveth a lightning trailing? Ministers, come back or forever shalt thou be banished from this land. Guard loyal guard, who is it that is so bold that my throne seeketh to rob?

Guard: The Lord of Jitrus, Retired General Mahathirus and his foreign friend Mugabus and in his wake his son the eunuch Mukruz and an army captained by Samyus Vellus and his army the Toll boyus. Run my lord, run.

(To be continued, depends on what happens)