[Several minutes have already been spent fiddling with the new Present wrapped around His majestic face. He has discerned that it has several functions, and that it is indeed a present, likely from a fan. This new katamari, on the other hand, He has been rolling at it for some time, now, and nothing has stuck just yet.] How peculiar. This katamari seems to be broken.

[Those who care are treated to His regal face dispassionately examining his ball, rolling it around with his hands, His feet, whatever will push it.] This katamari is broken, We recommend replacing it. Perhaps it is because the bumps have fallen off. It is too smooth, too sinister. [Then, He notices the chain.] Is this another new-rule katamari? A pulling katamari! How novel!

[He then begins walking in slow circles, humming a jaunty tune about the majesty of the glorious turtle to those who care to listen. The King is assured that eventually, something will stick. So far, nothing has, much to the very tall man's chagrin.]