[ TT ] Vigilante , superhero , defender of the peasant class . You are ... the Silver Serfer .

`` I've given you my demands, my lord, I await your say.'' 
 
 `` Are you serious?'' The king asked, looking down at the silver-speckled scroll in his hands. `` Jeckey, who is this peasant? And why is there glitter all over his face?'' 
 
 The king's guard shrugged his shoulders, bronze-colored steel heaving with the motion. 
 
 `` What is this?'' the king asked, looking down at me. `` Are you my new harlequin?'' 
 
 `` No sir,'' I said, standing back up and placing my hands on my hips. `` I am... the Silver Serfer. Defender of the peasants, the sick and the poor. My glittering creations bring life and sustenance to those who suffer, and make rivers run in the eyes of envious smiths across the land.'' 
 
 `` You've put a silver turd on my carpet.'' 
 
 `` That's a potato, my lord,'' I explained. 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` A potato, my lord. It's... a starchy tuber. Very good for...'' 
 
 `` I know bloody well what a potato is,'' he huffed. `` Jeckey, he's offering me a silver potato for all these demands?'' 
 
 `` There are more where it came from, my lord,'' I tried to explain myself. 
 
 `` Why is it so small? It looks like someone's tooth. Jeckey, does it look like a tooth or am I mad? Are they all this small, peasant?'' 
 
 `` It's a baby potato, m'lord. And... they are now. Silver is... a bit expensive.'' 
 
 He groaned and turned back to my list of demands. 
 
 `` What are these, anyways?'' He held the scroll back towards me so I could read my own writing. `` It says right here,'three potatoes and a leek for the guards to stop calling me'pig-licker'.''' 
 
 `` It only happened once my lord! I do not feel it should tarnish the memory of me forever. I am willing to negotiate another silver tuber, or perhaps an eggplant, should that please you, my lord. Though I ca n't claim I can produce a silver eggplant that would still be palatable, I'm afraid.'' 
 
 `` No, no. I'm quite alright without.'' He said. `` Jeckey, seriously. Look at this. He misspelled peasant. Yes. Really. Look, it says it right here. *Pesent. * Yes, two'e.' No'a.''' 
 
 `` I'm uneducated, m'lord.'' I say. `` I do not come to offer you my words. Only my promises... of many silver-lined tubers and vegetables.'' 
 
 `` Yes, well, that's idiotic, and you're an idiot. Jeckey, please escort this idiot out of my chambers immediately.'' 
 
 The guard rushed towards me and grabbed me by the arm. I immediately reached into my pocket and threw my reserves of silver dust into his mask. 
 
 `` So you can remember me!'' I yelled as I turned and dashed out of the palace. `` Good luck getting that out of your armor! It's like the pox of the arts and crafts world!'' 

