You decide that Royal protection is your best bet, and set off to strike a deal with the Wicked Queen. Finding her castle is easy, as it towers over even the tallest trees in the forest.
As you are about to enter, you run into difficulty. About a dozen guards surround you and start lassoing you with rope. Before you have a chance to do or say anything, you are tied up and shackled with ropes and chains. Your hands are tied behind your back, your arms are pinned with chains, your ankles are shackled and finally a strong muzzle is put over your jaws, peventing you from talking.
Bound, gagged and helpless, you are led by the guards to a large room where an elegant woman sits on a throne. Forced onto your knees in front of her, you guess this must be the Queen.
"Why have you brought this beast before me?" she demands.
"We caught it trying to enter the castle." replies the Captain of the guard "Shall we kill it and make a throw rug out of it?"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" you cry, the muzzle preventing you speak "MMMMMMMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!"