"Sire!" the chief steward gasped, having run up several flights of castle stairs. "The peasants are revolting!"
The lord of the land nodded gravely while he tried to keep a straight face and said, "Yes, dreadfully so. We should...we should--" (his efforts to not burst into laughter at his own joke, which would sort of ruin it, were failing, but he had to say it) "--we should give them a bath!"
Blank looks abounded in the council. One tentative noble spoke up: "Shall we drown them, then?"