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Aurelius scoffs, sitting high on his throne. He’s sick and tired of dealing with his father’s celebrations, it seems as if there’s a ball every other night. Though, this one is even more extravagant than any of the other balls, because it’s the kings birthday. However, his most loyal servant and best friend, Bomb, seems to enjoy the celebrations. It gives him time away from the stress of his high demand job. Bomb stands with high posture, trying to look as professional as possible. Aurelius glances over, raising an eyebrow. He begins to speak, “Bomb.. what exactly are you doing?” Bombs attention is bought by Aurelius’ words. Bomb replies, “I’m trying to look respectable, my lord.”