"This sucks," moaned Strop.
"I noe rite," echoed Zophia.
"All I did was eat a banana," pouted Klaus. "And I don't even like bananas."
"Well, that banana happened to be a registered user of ArmorGames," Strop pointed out. "I may not be your adopted grandfather, but boy do I know how Garp felt now."
"IT'S NOT TOO LATE," yelled Klaus. "QUICK, CUT ME FREE AND NOBODY WILL BE ANY THE WISER."
"Except me :3", Zophia interjected. "And the thousand other people in the Atrium who came specifically to watch your demise."
"Sorry, Klaus, no can do. You know how it is." Strop was firm.
"Just do it already! Before Carlie-"
Right at that moment:
"Your majesty!" Instinctively, Strop bowed.
"Oh, get up," Carlie waved him down while shaking her gauntlets off. "Let's not stand on ceremony, it's Klaus, of all people!" To preempt Klaus' pouting at her, Carlie added, "Not that we don't love you, Klaus, but a permaban is a permaban."
Then she swept to the front of the platform. Immediately, a thousand heads turned towards her. Carlie summoned her biggest administrator voice.
"As you know," Carlie boomed, "We're here to permanently ban the user known as Klaushouse, due to the nature and publicity of his crimes as a citizen of ArmorGames."
Carlie then turned to Klaus. "Klaus, do you have any last words?"
"Yeah." Klaus flashed his best grin and glowered at the users far below. "I'll be back."
There was silence. Carlie raised her bansceptre high, and the clouds rumbled, drawing darkness and volume.
"OH COME ON GUYS!" Klaus screamed. "DON'T YOU GET IT YOU JERKS!? NOW MY LAST WORDS ARE GONNA BE SOMETHING LIKE PUMPERNICKEL-"
Then there was silence, and at that moment, the users all learnt that when lightning struck the city of Armorgames, another user had departed the land forever.