Hello, is this thing on? Testing, one two. Hmm, I think I'll just wing it.
Greetings, my future loyal subjects. Friends call me "Clemson", since that's pretty much my name. And by that, I mean that it is. BUT! You can call me "your king". Or "your highness". Ya know, that actually has a nice ring to it! Go ahead, call me that instead. I won't be complaining- who would? Yes, "your highness" it is!
You may also start sucking up. That would be a thing I would recommend you doing. As someone who knows from experience, it's how you get anywhere in life. Kissing up a little here, kissing down a little there. You know how it is.
...Woah, I'm rambling. you're letting me ramble. Really, as much as I like to talk- and BOY do I like to give the vocal cords a good ol' work out-- I was supposed to get somewhere with this. By this rate I'll be here all day! Seriously, SOMEBODY stop me!
So, right. Where was I? Name? Check. Okay, oh! Location! How are you guys supposed to kiss up if you don't know where to find me? Though it's not MY sort of place, Hoboken is my current home. I mean, it's not TOO bad. Nice food, some nice company. I can't complain. Who's complaining? I'm not! That would be craziness! Well, yeah, I am a little unbalanced--mad even, depending on who you ask. But I meant "crazy" in the BAD way, not the "super genius and totally okay since I'll be your future king" sort of way!
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Yeah, okay. I should just quit while I'm ahead. I'm stopping myself. That's what I'm doing right now, this very moment. Shutting up. El no talk-o. Zipping my lips. If you subjects want to give ol' Clemson a shout out, go on right ahead. TRUST me, I'll be more than happy to chat away!