Tarquin stomped up the dungeon stairs after wiping the ink from his hands. That will teach them! He thought to himself. In his heart of hearts, however, he knew it wouldn’t be enough. Certainly, there was a satisfaction in liberating their index fingers from them and tattooing the offending words across their foreheads. But it wouldn’t fix the problem. He muttered to himself as he stomped down the hall to his rooms “I’ll be a laughingstock…someone needs to pay…” When he reached his outer office he bellowed “Burke! Get in here!” Burke carefully entered the room and said “Yes,...