a regular civilian…i call him the REAL prince of Wales

[A misty twilight in Camelot’s courtyard. The round table is empty, except for two men: Eminem in a hooded sweatshirt, pacing with restless energy, and King Arthur, in his shining armor, sword Excalibur resting across his lap.]

Eminem: Yo, Arthur, let me break it down for you. Soon as I signed that contract with the corporate suits, they been trying to twist my words, flip my image, make me the devil himself. Like I ain’t just a man spittin’ truth—they want a demon they can sell.

Arthur (stern but curious): So they forged you into a villain for their own profit. Knights and lords of my time did the same—making monsters of men so the people would fear, and obey.

Eminem (with a bitter laugh): Exactly. They wanna chain me with scandal, bind me with controversy, turn my rhymes into curses. But see, I’m still standing, still swinging. They can’t drown out the voice that cuts through their lies.

Arthur (raising Excalibur): Then you are no devil, Marshall, but a knight who fights with words as I with steel. The suits are but sorcerers of greed, casting shadows on your name. Yet truth, like Excalibur, cuts through darkness.

Eminem (smirking, almost relieved): Guess that makes me a knight in baggy pants, huh? Spitting verses instead of swinging swords. But the fight’s the same, man—me against the machine, just trying to keep my soul intact.

Arthur (solemnly): Then rise, Sir Eminem, Knight of the Truth. May no contract or curse ever break your will.