I can only assume they’re in a can resting in the coals, about to explode and cover everyone in molten bean juice. Danger beans!

That’s a brilliant title!

That’s pretty greedy, if you ask me. Also, the investiture ceremonies must have lasted weeks.

Ah, no — he would still be styled Duke.

I guess there was a BOGO on?

That hat, you guys. DED FROM CUTE.

I’m not really seeing a problem here.

Y’know, one of the few times he bothered visiting the country of which he was king. Also, I would have expected his shield to feature three tofubeasts, but the ankh is pretty good, too.

Do I need a Mary, Queen of Buggs tag? They seem to love her as much as they love Joan of Bugg.

They look happy in this picture, but that’s before Charles makes Catherine take one of his bits of stuff-on-the-side as a Bugg of the Bedchamber. Those are some cast-iron balls, there, Chuck.

You have to imagine the title of this post in Reggie’s voice, all annoyed that things aren’t happening like she was told.

Y’know, Buggs, the chances of an eighteenth-century Scottish Buggtish queen fleeing a sword created for a killer 21st century game … I kinda don’t think that’s what happened.

Sweet tartan, though!

Looks like Mary Queen of Buggs was given a frankly ridiculous amount of bedding. You’d think you’d be careful about that, if you were holding someone prisoner.

I mean, lucky for her they did, but still.

Honestly, it’s like Malaprop Boss in Bugg form. Dolphin, honestly.

Just a guess.

Also, that’s a pretty scary hotdog. What if that went in someone’s eye?

I’m totally sure that’s what they were called, Buggs. I’m sure the period was not at all known by their full first names, separated by “and”. I’m positive they were the first couple whose names were conjuncted to make a shorter, cuter name. Like they were the seventeenth century Brangelina or some shit.

I do like that they’re crowning each other, though. That’s pretty damn sweet.