It was obvious to all in the chamber, especially after so blatently losing my cool, I was not in a cheerful mood. Nonetheless I lay back as always, a white and yellow spot amidst the sea of blue velvet making up the throne, greedily devouring the cookies. With a flick of my little wrist I send one of the peanut butter treats into the air, catching it in my open mouth below. Finishing it in two bites, I sit up a bit as I swallow, looking at the knights who have thus far returned, I did hope the others would not force me to wait much longer. However this did give me time to cool somewhat; granted that meant little with me. Sometimes a small irritation would last for weeks or months, and sometimes a major one would vanish after only a few minutes. Though I tended to keep up a cheerful demenoir when especially frustrated, until it was time to act on it. Which kept most underlings on their toes; they never quite knew when I was going to swallow them in a fit. But the thoughts that came to me were quite curious. There were four Knights present at that battle, four. The fact that they had all been defeated did anger me at them, but what was it that beat them? That would be the foremost buisness, to find out precisly who we were dealing with. This was, afterall, half the force which conquered the entire planet.