&nbsp; &nbsp;It was the night of the coronation. The crown weighed heavy on his head. After all his hard work and struggle, he was king.<br /> "But I wish I could give it all away, so as to truly get to know my subjects better," he sighed wistfully, a noble tear sparkling in his eye.<br /> Overhead a star streaked across the sky. There was a lurch.<br /> Suddenly he was in some sort of... scullery. Around him, meat discs and pomme frittes cooked. Some sort of peasant with a large M on his shirt was shouting at him.<br /> "Hey, Charlie, hurry the hell up with those wraps, you lazy fuck. I've got a queue half a mile long here. Oh, and someone pissed all over the bathroom. Go clean it up."