Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a tall pale man who became known as Prince Righteous. As if this appelation weren't bad enough, he furthered his own insulting presence by wearing upon his head a puce periwig. Yes, puce, a color which did not at all suit his stark white skin.

All who encountered the Prince in his periwig were filled with a sense of dread, for he only wore it when he had made up his mind to Help his subjects. The Prince held a monthly audience, you see, where the poor, common folk and the lesser nobility could come to him with their troubles. Sitting upon his throne he weilded his scepter (which looked strangely like a sledgehammer), waving aside the words of petitioners and deciding their fate before ever hearing what their troubles were.

The common folk, awed by the Prince's radiance, unquestioning in their ignorance, left and went on about their business (or the business he had directed them to, I should say). The nobility, however, eventually began to notice that the deafness of the Prince and so began to talk amongst themselves. It became quite obvious after a short time that none, not a one, of the nobility could remember ever actually swearing fealty to this Prince in the first place! Yet it was equally obvious that he indeed did believe himself to be the supreme ruler of that land.

The nobles decided to form a resistance movement. They banded together under the name of the Black Council (for most of these particular nobles had a dark demeanor and liked to wear the color black) and they plotted the overthrow of Prince Righteous. It was a dark and cloudy night (quite fitting) when the Black Council faced the Prince. They were armed with clueclubs which were odd devices on loan from an enchantress of a distant land. The clueclubs when aimed at the head of certain twits, would cause them to go into convulsions of reality, not unlike a good dose of LSD. Armed thusly, the nobles stormed the castle gates.

"Oh my!" said the Prince in his high pitched and nasaly squeal. "I am under attack by an unruly mob." The nobles shook the magic clueclubs at the Prince, they circled around him, with their Angst at last unleashed, but the Prince stood firm. He obviously wasn't called Prince Righteous for nothing. The nobles realized that in order to be heard, drastic measures would have to be taken. With a huge cry of anger, they fell upon the Prince, tore the puce periwig from his head and and waved it aloft in triumph.

The Prince, feeling naked without his adornment, fled from the palace screaming dramatically as he went, "I am the Prince of Righteousness! You can take my periwig, but you'll never take my attitude!!" The nobles smiled sadly after him (though none of them were truly sad as it seemed like the proper thing to do) and then they set up an anarchistic goverment in which none of them held power, and had tea and crumpets happily ever after.