After well over a month of gathering items from all over the fort, refusing to socialize, refusing to eat, and even refusing booze, Duke Travolta has come forth from his hiding place with this...
...a talc weapon rack.
Yay.
The Queen was quite pissed.
"I dont get it Travolta!" shouted the Queen in irritation. "Why did you build this out of talc? If you're trying to make something legendarily awesome, why can't you think to use some Adamantine? I've left loads of it down there waiting to be had by you psychotic dwarves in your fits....and yet, you make nothing interesting! A talc weapon rack? Why cant you make a weapon or a shield, or some armor?"
"Uhhh..." mumbled the Duke. "I'm not an armorsmith."
"Yeah well you're not a mason or a stonecrafter either! What's with the picture of the artifact Adamantine table on there huh? Why would you want to remind people of what a semi-decent artifact is when they're looking at this piece of junk?! I can't believe I called an artifact table a semi-decent artifact! Thats how bad this talc weapon rack is!" The Queen was quite flustered by this point. The Duke was afraid to speak.
Finally he mustered the courage. "Sooo....you don't want it?"
The Queen sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. "Of course I don't want it! Why don't you give it to your mother? Talc is befitting a Grand-Duchess....not a Queen!"
"Yes, dear," replied the Duke as the Queen stammered off in frustration.