By royal decree, Tuesdays are now Wednesdays, and nobody has the nerve to check. Two now, and a third if the moth demands tribute.

I have a thousand scales and not one of them is shy about it. Kiss the ring or click the button.

A king must nap in the light at noon. Two now, and a third if the moth demands tribute.

I decree that the sun is too far away, and I will be filing a complaint with the sky. Two now, and a third if the moth demands tribute.