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CATS'N: How long can take your stove to fill the task Of boiling but a single cup alone? FROG: In minutes? CATS'N: Yes! FROG: I counted seven, once. CATS'N: Perhaps you ought to have your timepiece checked! If on a middle heat you place the cup You soon will have the scalding drink you crave. Two minutes, in a mug upon the plate Or even less, if you should have a pot. FROG: You cause me tears - is this how thou dost live? You place upon the iron stove a mug? A mug, ceramic, filled with water cold? How do these flames, though medium in height, Not shatter like a glass this fragile thing? Surely, then, your kitchen is bewitched With magicks far beyond the mortal ken! (The FOUR realise they have wandered into the THRONE ROOM. The ROYAL COURT watches with fascination.) KING: Ev'ry single person in this group must be a fucking lunatic, it seems.