[and flynn's sword points itself at sorey's neck. ding ding ding! winner. ah, what a great feeling to be so damn great, to know it and now have everyone else know it, too. not even mikleo's commentary ruins this good feeling. his triumphant smile directs itself at the fair future queen.]

No need to worry, my little cherry pie, for I will free your mind from whatever brainwashing has befallen you.

[not by death of the king or anything, nah. too bloody and might ruin his clothes... ugh, these clothes are so ugly. note to self: buy something king worthy later. BUT FOR NOW, flynn smirks down at the pathetic little king.]

Now, King Sorey, do you admit your defeat or will you further embarrass yourself?