"Sire, I think that you....you have me confused with someone else"
"Oohhh....yes it must be a mistake from my side. I must have been the one that made the mistake of talking to the wrong guy. You're such an upstanding gentleman of society. Would you be able to forgive me?"
"Not a problem at all, Sire. Now, if that's all"
He stands up and turns around, heading for the door but the King grabs his wrist and starts to squeeze it tight. Lord Dobson quickly falls to his knees as the pain is unbearable. The King keeps on squeezing until he can hear the bone crack.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"
"TELL ME, Lord Dobson do you think that Lady Winters enjoyed it when you showed her how manly you can be???"
"Please, please!!!! Sire!!! Stop!!!"
"Did you stop when Lady Winters asked you to stop, Dobson??"
The King squeezes more and then he hears a snap. He let go of his wrist. The King then bends down to Lord Dobson.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! HELP!!!"
