I have been informed that someone broke into my private liquor stash at the palace and stole a bunch of my booze, and that they also raided my nacho cupboard. The Cadets are harshly interrogating all palace pigs to make sure it was not an inside job.
Enjoying a quiet night up in my tower, with a nice glass of wine, a pig under my foot, and taking the time to compose a little poem examining the true meaning of this silly little M.A.L.E.S. group.
