You direct your IMPERIAL GAZING WAND above. What you spy through the EYEPEEP troubles you deeply. It is not just your kingdom, but the whole universe which is in peril.

You regally ponder the fuck out over the dilemma. You know the answer lies within the depths of your bottomless kingly wisdom.

You know there is only one hope. There is only one CHOSEN ARBITOR.

> Weasel King: Commune with arbitor.