Let's all wish Elizabeth a very happy birthday!

Hello, Henry! Didst thee miss me? *Smiles pleasently as Henry piches my ass, AGAIN*.

Were you gone somewhere? *he roars with laughter*

I have been having a pleasant conversation with Anne.

Having a pleasent conversation with Anne? *Laughs charmingly* That barren old harpy? A true Prince like you deserves much better than that!

What does he deserve a toothless reprobate like you? No one will tell me what to do ever again. Not him *points at Henry* Not her *points at daughter* Not you *points at Marie* The only ruler of Anne Boleyn is Anne Boleyn.

Ah so what do I deserve then? *coy grin* You? I thought you were nto intrested?

You deserve someone who is your match in every way and that is not Marie. Marie is nothing more than a walking talking Harlequin romance wrapped in a daytime soap opera. Count her chromosomes, I doubt she is even female.

Elizabeth, may I have permission to punch your mother in the mouth?

You want a piece of me? Remember it is not nice for gentlemen as yourself to hit ladies such as me. Marie you need a shave, your chin is all whiskery! Go ahead and hit me I don't care. The bruises will heel and it will give me an excuse to wrap my hands around your neck and choke the life out of you.

*Henry grabs another Turkey leg, sits back and watches the show with amusement*

Bitch! You think me a man! You? With no breasts to speak of? With a foul mouth that makes whores blush? With a mouth that does LOTS of things that would make a whore blush? You are so full of it!

At least I'm not full of steriods like you She-Hulk! I am dainty & feminine in form. I admit my directness in speech is not what one would expect of a lady. I care not. And I have done nothing to make a whore blush but you have done much with everyman in town. Isn't it time for one of your patented fainting spells she-hulk?

Patended fainting fits? I have a delicate constitution! And who are you to excuse ME of faking to get what I want? Need I remind you that you are the expert at that and not me. Similarly with the flirting with everyman in town! If you didn't do every single thing you accused me of I might take you seriously ...

And I do believe Henry has choked on his turkey leg.

*Laughs hysterically at the irony of ANNE BOLEYN telling me that I play with fire and have a delicate hold on reality*.

Oh you know I know every intrigue that you are involved with and I predict that you will be caught out and lose everything and it is only a matter of time. Now I must go I have bigger fish to fy than a be-wigged she-hulk!

*Elizabeth is too stunned at how Anne's long arms manage to reach around King henry to stop him from choking to be able to step in as she usually does.*

*A hunk of turkey flies across the room, then Henry coughs a few times before beginning to laugh*


Thank you my Dear, he says to Anne.

*Grabs a gobblet of wine and turns to Elizabeth* What tis this foolishness about? What has passed between them that wuld cause Queens to act in such a vile manner? *looks mildly disgusted* Tis most disgraceful of course .... but good entertainment none the less *winks*

father, when hast thou known Queens not fight?

*Henry nods*

Quite right, quite right ..... 50 pounds says Anne tears Marie to shreads *roars with laughter*

You are welcome husband, I believe that I could heimlich thee in my sleep. Let me tell you about Marie. When she is not here she is alternately trying to seduce Sir Richard and feigning ilness with Sir Nicholas. She makes me sick.

I would not risk damaging my manicure on the she-hulk

I see ... she is not unlike many ladies, even Queens, she is a flirt, a seductress. She plays men to get what she wants.

Anne dear you hath been amoung those all your life, why shuld Marie invoke so much violence in you? I do not know this Richard but I do know Nicholas. What stake to you have in their business?

Oh, God dearest UNCLE. She lies. Thou knowest how she bewitched thee, don't let her use her black arts on you again!

You know me Henry, I despise hypocrisy in all it's forms. Marie is the biggest hypocrite ever. Black arts? You mean what you teach at Marie Stuarts' Preschool: Little Saints of Satan?

Anne you are not the only one finding the air in here very stale.
Marie, why must thou Manize everything with apparatus?

Does anybody want to engage in a dance?