What's this? A new corrugated castle? I say, that is good fortune. But the humans have placed it in the wrong space! Dimwits. I must move it myself for proper surveillance. Ah, splendid. Now I shall test the acoustics. Mrraaoowww. MRRAAA! O, but my voice does sound fine, a soprano of unmatched vibrato, a purrma donna, a sonic nirvana! Now percussion! Now prrbbts! What's this? Now a person! O, no, this won't do at all. How long hast the servant been standing and spying on their queen whilst I compose a chorus? It's usually the Simpleton sulking and skulking about, but it couldn't discern Mozart from meows so it's never a concern. "Prrbbtt! Servant, I didn't see you there. 'Tis just a work in progress you see, cast no judgment on the composition. But if music be thy food of love then consider ye well fed on this day. You're welcome. Now get thee away!"

Queen Shorty Shoshobeans