Ditto, I'm still waiting for the return of my King rank ED..
I can imagine a station bar. There would be much mickey taking.
'So, you're a king?'
'Indeed, my good fellow.'
'King of what, exactly?'
(Tablet computer is extracted from pocket)
'This moon, here. I discovered it.'
'It says here... Rocky Planet. Think there are lots of those. So, where's your crown?'
'I've got a certificate.'
'I've got one of those. It says BAGA gymnastics award.'
'Forsooth, you mock me, Sir!'
'Pardon?'
'I'm a King, I'll have you know.'
'How do you get to be King then?'
'I killed a couple of Generals. Oh, and carried corn a few times.'
'Doesn't sound very kingly to me..... thought you had to be the son of a King, or kill the old one?'
'tis a big universe, anyone can be king.'
'Indeed they can. Just not in MY bar. Now take your swimming certificate and jog on. Unless your highness is buying all the beer, in which case you can call yourself what you like.'