Clair: Does he think I'm stupid or is he that stupid to think I'm more stupid than he is?
Denis: W8 what?
Bob: Don't follow.
Clair: Got another reply.
Denis: That's great, isn't it?
Bob: Yeah. What does it say?
Clair: "Of coz your majesty. I prepare everything for your arrival. Just need confirmation transfer. Send asap."
Bob: I'd declare to have his head cut off. Slowly. How rude.
Denis: That's not a way to treat your future monarch. What do you plan, Your Majesty?
Clair: I am thinking of something devious. 
Bob: I like your devilish plans!
Denis: Show us your cunning ;)
Clair: I've set up another e-mail account. Something untraceable with .ng at the end ;)
Bob: And what are you going to do with it?
Denis: Are you going to reply to him from that address and torment him a little more?
Clair: Precisely, my minions :)
Denis: If I may, Your Highness, I'd write something about an order for his decapitation having been issued by the new queen
Clair: That's fantastic!
Bob: Seriously, guys, stop it! My belly hurts!
Clair: That's what I have: Hello, my name is Kwame Dongigo, I have been appointed by Her Majesty for the position of the royal executioner. Her Majesty's first wish is to see your head on the gallows. May we set up a date that would suit you best? I have nothing against you. Just a job. RSVP.
Bob: If he doesn't get a heart attack, I'll be severely disappointed!
Denis: Outstanding!
Clair: Thank you. I always knew I had it in me!
Bob: Ofc, Your Highness.
Denis: Any other decrees, Your Majesty?
Clair: My Majesty is tired and needs to rest after this cumbersome task. We shall return to this question on a later date.
Denis: As you wish, Your Majesty.
Bob: Very well, Your Highness.
Clair kept getting sarcastic messages, so she responded the same way from a fake e-mail account, which was hilarious.