Pumbaa marches up Pride Rock with his tail held uphigh like an antenna, as usual. It is just another day, yet nonetheless a new day, in the Pridelands.
"Ahh... I love the smell of Pride Rock in the morning.", he says to himself, seemingly quoting someone.
The (physically) well-rounded warthog approaches the king and greets his majesty with a sincere bow.
"Good morning, my liege. I'll be digging up some grubs for breakfast, would you like some? We can have some really slimy ones."

(OOC: I'm quite lost.. who's king here? )