The Concuspidor:

What an astonishing return! Didn't quite manage the loop-the-loop - in fact, didn't quite manage any steering at all, but perhaps it would have been rather cliched to step out of the wreckage of, say, the Royal Palace if I had hit it, after all. So irresponsible of that girl to just jump off the disk without explaining how to work it properly! It's lucky for everyone that I am brilliant enough to deduce these things for myself - just shouting at Cog to press his thumb against the brown spinny bit of the disk was bound to crash it. At times like that, of course, the dirtier and greasier the thumb is, the better. And when it's dirty, greasy thumbs you need, I have to concede Cog is just the ticket. I just thank goodness that his thumbs are attached to his hands and not mine.

I wonder if I can get salvage rights for ex-magic stock.

Anyway, the Court awaits. I must not keep the population waiting any longer than is absolutely necessary for maximum theatrical effect before staging my presentation to the Queen.