Get Down on your Knees and Bow to Them!

"I bow to you," you say as you get down on your knees.

You bow so that your nose touches your peach-colored carpet. Hm. It smells like dog.

When you rise the Golden Girls are still on the couch, looking at you kind of weird. "Erm, not that I don't enjoy bein' worshiped or anything," Blanche starts off in a southern drawl, "But uh, get back on the couch."

You do as told, blushing.

"Well, back in Saint Olaf, if someone bows to you that means that-" Rose tries to begin another one of her long and pointless Saint Olaf stories, only to be interrupted by, 'We don't care, Rose!' once again.

The End

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