(A true event from years past, but I think it was my crowning moment...)

Many years ago at the Ohio Ren Faire, the King was up on a cat walk and was trying to get away to attend to a rather personal matter that only he could preform.

However, being King, he was stopped by person after person. Being a person himself, the troubled look on his face grew more intense.

Finally I shouted from the ground below:

"If the King needs to defecate out the window, that is his privy-ledge."

Orders were given to seize me, but I was as swift of foot as I was endanger of loosing my tongue.