Robert. --- He sat down, eating what atleast seemed to be like food, or the scraps of The king. Robert sighs, '' I hate my job. '' The king looked over, laughing '' Atleast you have money, you fool. '' '' 1% Of what you've got, '' Robert rolls his eyes in frustration, moving his hair to the side, '' How would you like that over eye of yours to get SLIT out? '' The king taunted, cackling.