sitting in the courtyard

ah, its a warm summer afternoon and you decide to spend sometime pondering your blunderous activities amongst the peace and serenity of your courtyard garden. Attended around the clock, complete with a security task force, a live-in groundskeeper, and a slave, it seems as if all is well in the little mini- society you've created in your very own backyard.
but as you meander towards your pinnacle of personal gratification you notice things just aren't quite what you thought they might be. As you grow closer you hear from the woods, "mira, i think that's the queen bitch" and you hear what seem to be small overgrown wildebeests clearing from the woods. and the smell.....oh the smell. can you even imagine what they were smoking back there.
upon your arrival to the quadrangle you see something rather suspicious. a maiden.
now, your once most dearly trusted employee, Spartacus has now become the wielder of some nefarious activities on YOUR lawn.


.....what to do
.......what to do
what to do.....
what to do.....

your mind ponders as you wander pacing back and forth in asymmetrical semi-circles letting the rage, hate, and betrayal billow out amongst your luscious gold locks. what to do...............


but you dont do anything. you cant step out from your caste. you must remain dignified, upright, and utterly pompous. "Sparty my dear?" you howl into the flat humid air.

"yes?"
"a will hyou get me a glhass of hwater?"
"right away"

ah. the gratification of indentured servitude.