Don Q thought he was the King of Plunderland, where he rides his golf cart down the boulevard, drinking Diet Coke like craft beer and ignoring all the broken dreams. He asked Vanza who the King of Plunderland was, and with tears rolling down his face, Vanza said, "You are, sir." He asked Malice who the King of Plunderland was, and with her botox smile, Malice said, "You are, Don Q." He asked Lone Odor who the King of Plunderland was, and with the smirk of a trickster who thinks he's always one step ahead of everyone, Lone Odor said, "My son is the one who knows who the King is." (Andrew Shields, #111words, 17 February 2025)
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