"My liege! Reports from the Laugh Lab are in!"

The Clown fast approaches the seat of Mob the Dictator carrying parchment covered in what would generously be described as hieroglyphics, but more accurately described as doodles and scribbles. Upon arriving at the foot of the throne The Clown prostrates himself as low to the ground as possible while keeping his head up to show his ear to ear toothy smile.

"While it is true that there are others in the world more smiley than we, it is unquestionable that we are among the most intelligent people in Besteros! It is only a matter of time before we can unlock the secret to forcing the masses to smile!"

Hoping that this snippet of hope would make his liege even happier than his normal state of mania, The Clown continues.

"Our exploratory clowns are reporting back that the Khanates to the west are expanding their territory away from us, toward the realm of the Old King. This bodes well for us as we can grow our core with peace and happiness. I have some fear regarding the LUNGE islands to the north, but I smile at the prospect of joining your forces on the field."

"A final note, Your Gloriousness. I have been attempting to monitor the realm of our friends the Party Pals. It appears that their island could be swarmed by the southern dragons and the despicable forces of the ERC. It may be wise to prepare for the inevitability that war begins in the waters to our south. The Pals have supported us through the dark days and will likely ask us to return the favor."

Having delivered his report, The Clown knocks his forehead to the ground and waits for his liege's response.