Alpha sat on her throne, one elbow on the armrest, her head perched in her hand. She gave a heavy sigh as she stared out of the two-way mirror walls and out onto the vast, wide kingdom of Calcusopolis. Her legs crossed, and face set with a bored expression, she longed for this week to be over. Talking for hours on end to random citizens tomorrow would get her tongue-tied and tired, especially when it came to the citizens with more complex careers.

"Delta. For TRIG'S SAKE exactly HOW LONG does it take you to hang up the decorations?" Alpha spoke in a stern and quite annoyed voice.

"Sorry, Mother! It just that I want everything to be exactly the way I want it to be...exactly the way YOU want it to be..." Delta replied in a shy and light tone.

Delta flapped her dust-brown wings, and tilted her head with dissatisfaction. She shifted the end of the ribbon to the left, then to the right, and back to the left again, scrunching up her eyes and muzzle in an angered look. She then finally tugged the ribbon to the right, got a piece of tape, and slapped in onto the end. She flew a few ticks back, and made a frame with her paws. She looked through it with one eye, said "Perfect!" and flew back down to the ground. She rubbed her paws together with excitement, ad gave a little squee of delight.

"Ooh, this place always looks so lovely during The Advice Of The Almighty! I love all of the decorations, the colors, and the opportunity to meet all of the citizens!" Delta chirped with happiness.

"Well I, on the other hand, think it's COMPLETELY DREADFUL."

Alpha and Delta turned to see a quite ticked-off Gamma, fur and feathers ruffled in an uncleanly matter, his face in a downright scowl. He slowly trudged over to his throne, and sat down with a thump, apparently not excited for tomorrow. His tail made sharp and quick waves, representing the gamma rays he was emitting, which showed that he wasn't that thrilled for the long, lagging event tomorrow. His ears twitched in a random manner, either from annoyance or stress.

"What the heck is THIS?! DELTA! Why aren't the streamers EXACTLY SYMMETRIC? It triggers me so..." Gamma spoke in a disgusted ring.

"Oh No, Oh No, OH NO! I'm terribly sorry, Gamma, I'll fix that right away!" Delta said in a worried voice and flew up anxiously to fix the streamers, so both sides were symmetrical. She made quick head turns to look back at the streamers on the right side of the building, and then back at the streamers she was holding, moving back and forth, back and forth, making sure the measurements were exact.

The waves made by Gammas tail began to quicken, his agitation rising by the second. He finally stood up from his throne with a quick jolt, and stormed over to where Delta was flapping her wings frantically. He put his paws on his hips and scowled at her. Delta quickly turned around and noticed, as she yiped at the expression on Gamma's face, making her drop the steamers on the floor in surprise.

"Just let me do it." Gamma told Delta with his annoyed and asserting manner.

"Okay..." Delta spoke in a whisper.

"PHI! GET YOUR LOUSY TAIL OVER HERE!" Gamma yelled into a distant corner.

A skinny wolf with inward-pointed ears, a small tuft of fur on his head, a golden tail and wing-bone, and an oval with a slash through it on his chest fur with the word "Phi" written above it emerged from the dark corner of the building. He looked underfed, as if he was a poorly-treated servant. He was so skinny, his ribs were showing against his skin. He had a worn-out look dawned upon his face, his eyes expressionless ovals with rods going straight down the middle. He hobbled over to Gamma and spoke in a creaky dissonance, his voice sounding like an aged, elderly person, but a young and spiteful child all at the same time.

"The Almighty Gamma. The all-powerful, radiant, daring Gamma. What may I do to serve you today?" Phi spoke in his unique tone.

"Gamma will be what you call me for now on, or we'll never get through anything. Could you possibly make these two streamers symmetrical? Delta isn't doing SQUAT to fix it." Gamma said as he glanced over at Delta once more, and scoffed at her. Delta crossed her arms in annoyance, and stomped away.

"Of course, Gamma. Anything to please you." Phi spoke again, and got right to work.

Phi whipped out two measuring tape from thin air, and made them float over to where the streamers were. He flied up to the tapes to look at the numbers, made a couple of adjustments, looked at the measuring tape once more, tacked up the and flew down, a satisfied look dawning his face.

"There we go! Each of the streamers are exactly 11.35 feet long, exactly 24.837 feet off of the ground, and exactly 24.639 feet apart!" Phi said in satisfaction, reciting the numbers by heart.

"Very well, thank you Phi." Gamma said while walking back to his throne.

"G-G-Gamma! Sir! May I make a suggestion for the streamers?" Phi stuttered rapidly at Gamma's back.

Gamma turned around slowly, a dissatisfied and disgusted frown beginning to form upon his face.

"...and EXACTLY WHAT would that suggestion be, Phi?" Gamma announced sternly as he tilted his head to the side, his paws grasping one another in a tight hold.

Phi quickly spoke up, but sounded very nervous while doing so. 

"W-w-well, you know, instead of the streamers being in b-b-boring, straight lines, why d-d-don't we try some other interesting p-p-pattern this time, m-m-maybe the sp-p-piral of my D-D-Dynasties G-G-Golden Ratio for a ch-ch-change?" Phi smiled sheepishly after he finished.

Gamma spread his broad, night-black wings as quick as a blink, flew up to the ceiling of the building, and landed abruptly, right in front of Phi, causing him to give a little "eep" of surprise and fear, the fake smile dwindling quickly from his face.

"Now listen here, you LITTLE RAT." Gamma spat in Phi's face.  "Nobody here cares about your 'Precious Golden Ratio'.  Not me, not Delta, nor Beta nor Alpha.  None of us give a crap about it.  So don't try and go all sly on us and make us honor your Dynasty in this castle.  Because, guess what?" Gammas spoke in a teasing tone.

"W-w-what?" Phi asked as he cowered on the floor.

"Nobody.  Cares.  About.  Your.  Stupid.  LOW-CLASS.  DYNASTY!" Gamma roared in Phi's face, his voice rising in volume with every word.

"O-o-okay, s-s-sir, I-I-I g-g-get the p-p-p-point!  I p-p-promise never t-to do th-th-that ever ag-g-gain, sir G-G-Gamma!  G-g-good day t-t-to you!" Phi stuttered once more before he ran off, back into the corner, without another word.  He was out of sight once more.

"Good riddance." Gamma spoke under his breath as he proceeded to walk back to his throne.  He sat down, his tail now almost fluctuating out of control, the waves created by it being more violent and sharp than ever.

Alpha seemed to have noticed Gamma's on-the-fritz tail and ruffled feathers.

"What was it this time?" she asked Gamma, her head still resting in her paw, the same dreading, tired look dawning her face, as she glanced over at him.

"Phi, that idiot.  Always wanting to honor his 'Precious Golden Ratio' like it's some sort of pet!  Or child!  Oh, when I get my hands on him..." Gamma was about to talk, but Alpha abruptly interrupted him.

"Gamma, if you keep killing off all of our servants, we will have none left.  Have you ever just stopped and thought for once in your life?  Sometimes I still think you have the same intellect as Beta." Alpha said with a sigh.

Delta finally spoke up after her long term of silence.

"Speaking of which, where is Beta?"