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loyal scribe
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God Save Our QueenOh humble peasants, know ye not of the great treasures our munificent City Government wishes to bestow upon thee?
Boisterous outsiders have assailed our fair kingdom with some bizarre advisory document known as the 'City Charter.' The emperorship, in the form of the insidious Jefferson County, has taken their side, and actually want the rebels to have their say over how this Kingdom is managed, and what it gives back to the vandals who live here, own homes here, and attempt to do business in our fair Kingdom.
Beset with the challenges of updating our ancient and well-known ways of doing business, and in the interest of promoting your own health and welfare, the Great City Council, and its Magnificent Queen, have built a wall to defend our tenuous small City government, and its hapless citizens from the evils of this threat.
Heretofore, humble citizens, we magnificently decree that public input on any issue put before our Royal parliament (Council) will happen only at the condescension of Council, at a time unbeknownst to our enemies, or even you. You may speak about random issues. If it's something Council needs to vote upon, just trust we're in a generous mood. Our PAID advisors will tell us what's what.
Our magnificent staff will advise Council, and our Council will assume that their paid staff are speaking on behalf of the 6,000 or so peasants we so gratefully serve. Fear not. Their track record is excellent. While the last three years have seen the greatest diminution of City Services since our province's founding, this is a touch economy. What can they do? Rest assured, our best days are ahead.
As we steamroll towards statutory government and bankruptcy, trust that our Royal Parliament (Council) are paying professionals to sit on their hands, deliver less, cost more, and that your Parliament is bloviating in blind fashion on the peasants behalf.
Thank you. Please don't stop tilling your fields to show up at Council. And for the Queen's sake, don't think of running for anything.
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Guest
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God help the Kings
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Lord Bentley
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Hail Edgewater
Edgewater rules the............................
Just exactly what does the Queen rule? She bloody well doesn't rule the roost. Good lord! I say, what with the Parliment (Council) stuffing snuff up its........oh never mind. Good job. Carry on
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Earl of Paisley
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I say old boy, it is a bit of a sticky wicket. Whot, with Parliament wanting to become the natty Parks and Recreation Society and all. Have they no dignity? I dare think not, old fellow. As for the Queen, well the old girl needs to loosen up the corset strings a bit, Eh whot? Cheereo and all that Tommy rot. 
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Lord Bentley
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Good Lord Paisley! You put your thumb in the pudding, old fellow. It just not cricket to be discussing the Queens undies in public. After all, what will the commoners think? I suppose, now, they will bloody well gather outside of Parliament and sing old John Lennon ditties. Next thing you know the gnarly scoundrels will be forming up Drum Circle Societies. It just isn't done, old fellow, it just isn't done. Tata, my regards to Lady Paisley.
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Crenshaw
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Wai’ a minute mate…..’ho ya cawen a bloo’ey peasant or, …or a gnarley scoundal? It’s you uppity folk as wha’ has made Edgewa’er a bloo’ey damn dogs breakfas’. Oh, ‘at Queen will be dethroned soon enuf, she’ll be less than a bloo’ey Lord Mayor, an ‘at will sen’ Lord Cookes snout a bi’ Wes’ oh Ireland, won’ it. We go’ ouselve’s a Prime Minster a comin’ soon enuf, not ‘a mention our Char’er Bobbies. Bloo’ey damn right!
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Earl of Paisley
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Lord Bentley,
I love slumming with the commoners, eh whot.
Crenshaw,
My dear, dear fellow. How do I dare explain this in terms you can barely conceive, old man. You sir, pay taxes into the treasury, which we dispense for such trivial things as a Prime Minster’s wages. A Prime Minster that, I might add old boy, serves at OUR will and pleasure. As far as your Charter Bobbies, well, we can bring those hounds to heel soon enough, don’t you think? Nice try old boy but, no plumb on the pudding, as it were.
Cheereo!
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Magistrate Hale
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we are not amusedI apologise, first and foremost, that my moniker might confuse me with some other impostors of Eastern blood. My Hales are buried in New York, and bear uneasily the brunt of your American insurrection.
I gather that some rowdy commoners are rather upset that their beloved aerial illuminations have been discreated by our renowned Parliament. Some of the upstarts have even led upon the path of starting their own celebration in our stead! Beside the fact that such rowdy unbodies might actually be able to carry it off better, I'd say it's time to set such unruly persons on notice that interfering in the province's affairs is unwelcome, at best.
Where are our beloved troopers to clamp down on these troublemakers? Lord knows, if you give the peasants an inch, they WILL take a mile. For St. Peter's Sake, look at our new Magna-Carta (Charter).
Moreoever, I hear some ex-pat from the prison colonies is actually hinting at taking a run for position as Lord-Mayor. Such a threat stands to damage both our current Lord-Mayor, and our Chancellor of the Exchequer. He dares handing the boards and commissions back to the scum who live here!
I have sailed a letter to the throne, to be delivered post-haste, and in six or seven months, will be pleasured to advise our Royal Council on how to meet our unruly upstarts.
As your legal advisor, send out the dragoons!
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The Court Jester
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Jokes, riddles and insurrection! | Quote: | | Moreoever, I hear some ex-pat from the prison colonies is actually hinting at taking a run for position as Lord-Mayor |
Oh, don't ya just love riddles? Let's see who do we know who is an ex-pat from the prison colonies?
The prison colonies? Oh yes, Australia was a prison colony. Hmmm, who might that be? 
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Lord Bentley
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Good Lord! A woman Magistrate! As if having a bloody Queen weren't enough. Blast, if I can make heads nor tales of her shrieking. We'll all do a day in the stocks I suppose. Well at least her wig should be powdered nicely. That will be a piece of meat in the pie as it were, I spose.
Crenshaw, pour me up a stiff brandy, old fellow. The airs a bit thick I think.
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