Gargoyles out of Order

This furious notice reports that the flying shits won't do their job, and the prick responsible for their upkeep has stopped showing up — hopefully gnawing worm-ridden soil by now.

The writer orders someone to figure something out — what, they don't know and frankly couldn't care less — simply make yourself useful, and above all make sure the knyaz doesn't gut them for that idiot's incompetence. They are off to find out what happened.