And as Berkazerka expelled all of his digestive enzymes onto Tans, who slowly disintergrated into a bloody molecular mess, he found that Tans was, in fact, a guard. But holy shit, he was close to getting the king.
Thanks to the fact that no one thought to consult a mystic yeast to tell them which ones of them were bitter enemies in a past life, no one thought to think that the one that called itself Berka would have anything to do with the aspiring assassin.
The kingdom lived and prospered for many days before being poured into a barrel and expanding into a massive, barrel-sized empire, where it fell (after 100 years) and was later served at passover by Mel Brooks himself.
FRIJOLE TIME!
Sonemine comes in last, I'm afraid. She definitely did speak differently, but by jove, I told her to speak like a bally 18th century englishman!... My, my, I might have meant 19th, but I guess she got Shakespeare's voice down to some degree, what with the iamic pentameter/sonnet thing... I'm not sure, perhaps she does indeed earn a(n ethically questionable) 6 Frijoles instead of 0. +1 repairation because I was being a dunce
In that case, Daedalus would be last. I TOLD HIM THAT HE SHOULD YELL THINGS, AND EMPHASIZE THEM WITH CAPITALS, BUT HE ONLY YELLED ONCE, GAGDABBIT! Only 2 frijoles for you, sir!
Berkazerka received points every time he used a weird interjection or an unorthodox simile. And, by kringle, it looks like he picked up first place faster than an energizer bunny in a meth lab! But his 24 frijoles only got him so far, and he is presently in third place.
Tanstaafl, was like, really cool throughout this whole game, man. He made Berka look totally square with his 28 frijole score. I think, like, he's in second.
...It doth seem that Aman himself, with his olde English Speakerie, did by far outdoeth even the worthy knave Tanstaafl, with 32 frijoles! Aman is indeed the winner of this frijole contest! (And, by sheer coincidence, the only survivor at the end of the game.)