[The pie hits, with a squishy sort of noise, and the Mouse King reels back on his heels, clawing at his face. The outrage! The impossible outrage! Who would dare throw food at him!]
[Once he's cleared away most of the pie, throwing it in great gobs to his feet, he glares at the soldier and begins to make his way after him, with swift, menacing steps, his hand on his prop sword's hilt.]
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[Once he's cleared away most of the pie, throwing it in great gobs to his feet, he glares at the soldier and begins to make his way after him, with swift, menacing steps, his hand on his prop sword's hilt.]