Look at your lion. Now back to me. Now back to your lion. Now back to me.
Sadly, he is not me. But if he stopped using kitten-scented grooming products and switched to Old Spice, he could smell like me.
Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on a boat, with the deity-like being your lion could smell like. What’s in your hand? I have it. It’s a key-ring with the keys to the kingdom you love. Look again. The keys are your crown.
Anything is possible when your deity-like being smells like Old Spice and not a kitten.
I’m on a throne.