WTF If?

[Magneto]

(( Pardons for stepping out of character, but I simply HAD to deal with the following "outtake" before I could continue. Please feel free to join the fun with your own. ))

[Magneto]

(( From here: reply #69 ))

Immediately noticing his lord's entrance, Commander Samuel Guthrie abandoned his 'date' (rather abruptly, I might add, with not even a goodbye) and hurried to his master's side.

"My lord...." Samuel said, ducking his head in respect. He kept his eyes focused on the floor, and they would remain there until his master acknowledged him. It was the proper thing to do.

"Commander...", Magneto said, with a startled look. He was not amused. "...what the hell is the meaning of this t-shirt?"

[Sam Guthrie]

What could he say? There was no excuse for his dress, well save the actual reason.

"My lord....I have a confession..." Samuel said, his voice heavy and full of remorse. This would not end well.

[Magneto]

Magneto's eyes narrowed.

"Let's have it", he commanded. He looked distinctly as though he would rather not know.

[Doug Ramsey]

"He seeks to be more fashionable than you, milord..." Grimer Wormtongue Doug whispered softly into the Monarch's ear. "...but no one is more majestic or manly than the King of Rohan Master of Magnetism!"

[Sam Guthrie]

"M...My lord, surely you don't believe him!" Samuel said, recoiling, "I would never be so foolish as to try and surpass your superior fashion sense!"

"I-....I merely....."

He couldn't bring himself to say it.

[Doug Ramsey]

"The King has no interest in hearing your pathetic excuses, Guthrie. Even now, he sits quietly ignoring your foolish... POP CULTURE ADDICTION!" Ramsey spat venomously, before turning to whisper into the King's ear.

"Simply nod your head, milord, and I shall have the offensive garment torn from his flesh and destroyed..."