As usual, Bob shows up a day late and a dollar short.
One fine Sunday afternoon, while Bob sat around his apartment in Albion in his underwear, drinking cheap domestic beer, and trying to fix his toilet, he heard the town crier announce that the royal court would entertain claimants to the throne. Bob thought to himself: "F&$% it! I'll try and be king!" before promptly passing out drunk on his bathroom floor in front of the only throne he'd ever sit on.