Fill in the blanks:The king's servant, Jeeves, had a 1) swirling in his brain like a hurricane. He should have been happy; after all, he had pulled off the party of the year for his majesty, despite the fact the king was a 2) man, who never seemed satisfied. But now a royal debacle was afoot! What should he do? Just seconds ago, while dancing, the king tried some new, 3) dance moves, which resembled a toddler's paroxysm. These steps went a bit too far, leading to the king tripping over one of the many 4) (s) in the old palace floor; this "pothole" caused a bigger problem as well- a major tear down the back of the king's trousers. Jeeves, knowing what a fop the king was, decided to use his wit to solve the problem. He approached the king with obvious 5), delivering a low bow and saying, "I have good news and bad news, your majesty. The bad news is that a fissure under your feet caused a fissure on your seat." "Well then, what's the good news?" the king demanded. Jeeves replied, "Well, that's how all the fashionable men in Paris are wearing their trousers these days." The king was agape, then regained his composure, answering, "I already knew that, you idiot, so leave me to my dancing!" So, because of Jeeves, the real idiot in the room happily danced the night away.