Top of the morn to ye gentlefolk. I hath arrived en queue for the honourable bequeathment of the second Felinus Gigantus badge. If it would please the courts, I shall pray tell the most fine storye of how this rotund feline pictured below came to be in my graced possession.
T'was aquired in a game of chance between my self and the good king Shimmy Shakeylegs of the olde empire of the little known island nation of Thundrefartes. We wagered a meager sum of one hundrede mules and this one large cat, on who could pass the most audible and sizable wind. Well, unbeknownst to him, I had discreetly received training in the art of the fart from the Gassy Monks to the northe mountains.
Upon that fine afternoon, king Thundrefarte and myself did participate in the traditional passing of the gasse. His expungement was most holy and grande, knocking down fifty and two of the strongest of his army. Yet, my passing was ever more sizable, having fell over one hundrede and twenty of his finest soldiers! Alas, I won that day.
To his bereftment, the King did cede to my victory, and prepared the transfer of the agreed upon goods. The one large feline is truly all I had desired to win, so it was with humility and joy that I told him: "Sir! You may keep your asses but I'm taking the pussy!"