My fellow portly companion-- Gaze yonder! It's a menacing memorandum scribbled on a tattered and torn piece of chemically processed mulch.
"Harken to me ye nettlesome vexatious laborers of one's occluded sewage waste aqueducts! How much for the flipping Gidrovlicheskiy? Your beloved vegetative sovereignty has been liquidated in a forcible manner, and the aristocratic monarch you resolutely succor has been seized in a physical fashion! Her queenship is now a perennial bedfellow at one of my many diabolical caravansary establishments! I encourage you to attempt to facilitate her rescue in a timely manner!"
We must ferret out and pinpoint the precise location of our venerated crowned head!
So there was this guy who knew this guy. who knew this guy, who knew this guy's cousin, who knew this guy's brother's cousin twice removed father in law sister.
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon, And if there is no room upon the hill, And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too, Ill see you on the dark side of the moon.
This is Major Tom to ground control I'm stepping through the dooooooooor And I'm floating in a most-a peculiar way And the staaarrs look very different todaayayayy
For heeeeeere Am I sitting in a tin can Faaaaaaaaaar above the wooooooorrrrrrld Planet earth is blue And theres nothing I can do
Do not speak of the Lords and Ladies overmuch. They are drawn to belief, for belief gives them power over others. Mentioning them grounds them in our reality, and we wouldn't want that, would we, Nanny?