oh, look, there's the King!
Is... is he... is he wearing skin-colloured clothes or something?
Oh, god, he's naked.
"Pardon us, your majesty, may we feel your sleeve for a moment?"
"Why, certainly." (Whispers to coleague) "He's naked"
I'm bored, I'm going home
your King is naked, not like our King.
Maybe the clothes are there and the King isn't.
(Streaks in front of parade, gets arrested, no one gets the irony)
Well, obviously you can't feel it, either.
(Actually sees clothes)
Wooo! Shake it!
We'll send you the bill for the robes, your majesty.