Roman's Ensures

"It's alright everybody simmer down" Heather explained to the gaping crowds of mental ward patients at Tinler Deek.

"Atleast we have our coffee. Count your blessings people." "As a matter of fact-" she continued

"we even have doughtnuts. Jelly filled and sprinkle ones too."

There were several enthused hoots of gratitude from within.

"Awyah for shure. Want an ensure" Roman burst in pouring one on the evil rat king.

to be continued