The Dayman rolled with the punches of the barrel roll for quite a few rolls before being rolled off the rolling and pitching malign money mech and came crashing to the ground next to Haley and the rest of the group....where he rolled some more surprisingly, all while a distinct clanking could be heard coming from the inside of his glorious matrimonial codpiece.<br/><br/>"Ohh my....the royal rangers are in trouble again."<br/><br/>The Dayman fidgeted in a dazzling fashion as he attempted to get himself back into royal order and then shot to his feet in blaze of beddazlement and royal wonder.<br/><br/>"Good news peasants!"<br/><br/>He took his place in front of the group, being sure to avoid eye contact in the hopes that he would not catch any of the diseases that poor people no doubt carry. One would be quite surprised just what sorts of diseases can be contracted through eye contacted. As the saying goes, the eyes are the window to the soul, and no one of The Dayman's delightfully humble social status would ever wish to open up their souls to illness. Especially vagrant illnesses. Would you want your soul to get herpes? I think not. Herpes are forever, just like true love. Thought the two CAN be quite mutually exclusive. Right...sorry sir. I rambled again. Though it was in your honor after. I mentioned true love. But...yes...yes back to your news. Without eye contact.<br/><br/>"While I was collecting my courtly cranberries, I had time to collect my royal thoughts as well. I began to ponder things about economics, something a royal family knows very much about. Why, my family owns no less than three economies! Not out of greed mind you, but our house is quite large. It was necessary to institute three economies to run it. It would be foolish to run something that is the size of three countries without granting three separate.....well anyway. My plan! Collecting my cranberries, thinking, all of that royal goodness."<br/><br/>He knocked on his codpiece and smiled to illustrate the bits about cranberries, in case anyone did not understand the metaphor.<br/><br/>"I began to ponder about capitalism. And it occurred to me that these....bank thingies are quite essential to it! And I began to think of banks...and all the different types of banks. Like Bank of America! Yes yes I know, it is hardly used because no one quite knows what an America is, but it is essential to capitalism! And everyone of course knows the one surefire weakness of America......football!"<br/><br/>The Dayman reached into his infinity belt and pulled out a 120 yard green pitch, complete with goals on either end, two linesmen, a referee, a menagerie of players on their respective benches, and one very confused looking spectator that immediately got taken out by a falling gold brick. Surely not the golden shower they were accustomed to....peasants. The referee walked over to The Dayman and presented him with a round ball with white and black dots around it...something akin to what the lower classes call a "soccer ball" for one reason or another. Quite suspicious.<br/><br/>The Dayman took the ball, juggled it with his feet a bit and then bounced it off of his codpiece and onto the top of his head where he balanced it and finished his address.<br/><br/>"This football here is filled with the hopes and dreams of poor people everywhere! All of those welfare loving handout handlers use this as a means to entertain themselves and refrain from working...being the lazy trollops that they are! Makes me rightfully sick it does. Fortunately, royalty do not vomit. We are quite clean you know. So!"<br/><br/>He placed the ball down on the pitch, "We shall pelt this capitalism posterchild with the hopes and dreams of poor welfare recipients throughout all of the universe! For a large welfare budget is the demise of any capitalist plot! Down with the establishment peasants!! Join me!"<br/><br/>A bounty of balls pelted the pitch and the party. The Dayman charged up one of his rippling royal legs and took a thunderous shot with the football. Quite literally, it was thunderous. A bolt of loyal lightning struck the ground and a shockwave echoed through the city, destroying the one window left in the city (that was currently being polished by a nun mind you), and hurdled towards the rolling robot.