The Prince

Prince Phillip lorded over his few square feet of sidewalk, being mildly threatening to others like him but charmingly obsequious to those whom he couldn't help but think of as his betters.

"Move along, this is my spot," he'd growl. "Go down to the next corner if you want, but you can't stay here. And don't call me Phil--it's Prince Phillip."

"Good moooorning, sir," he'd then gush. "Beautiful day, wonderful to be alive. That's a fiiiine suit...you must be a big-time executive. Now, sir, can you find it in your heart to give a brother a little help? No? Why, thank you anyway, sir, and God bless you."