Latenight awoke to the pounding of drums.
He felt sure it was a bad dream about the musician which the lovely Miss Spears had so suddenly left him for, but soon realized it was the pounding of his head.
"Not Bunyip poison AGAIN!!!", he grimaced. That was the third time this decade. At least he wasn't burried alive yet again....
He opened his eyes to see he was in the queens bed. Hmmm, he had woken up in much worse places, he thought with a smirk.
The guard quickly brought him up to speed.
" What, did we have another of those damn balls again?", Latenight asked.
Latenight curled back up in the covers. He had ALOT to think about.
"Should I get your horse, Sir?" enquired the guard.
"I think I'll just lay low", he whispered.
"And get me some aspirin"
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