The king stepped up. “Show me the great armada. The fate of our kingdom depends on it!”
“This way, Milord. You’ll be impressed! Twenty-four stories, a thousand rooms, a swimming pool—”
“What is this?!”
“The Great Ramada, Milord.”
“Where are the ships?”
“Ships?”
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