Now that party has started we might as well really
get it going. Here we see the Duke explaining the
intricacies of Royal Croquet.
Don't fuck with the Grand Inquisitrix. As the
enforcer of the Rules we have given her some
latitude in the execution...of her duties.
The King girds himself for battle, while contemplating the
soundness of his decision.
If you could peek into his mind you'd hear:
"Oh sweet Jesus...yea though I walk in the valley of the shadow
of death..."