“What is it that you want?” says the evil witch.
“I want freedom… or is that too difficult for you sonovabitches to get?” fumes the Princess.
“You forget that you are a Princess.” The evil witch winces at Princess’s language. “You call an emergency meeting every other weekend. Tell in clear terms what is it that you want? Loud and clear.”
“Loud and clear is what you want? Then take it bitch. I don’t want to live in this stinking tower. You suckers don’t get the plumbing done. I don’t want to grow my hair meters long and then comb them till my arms and hands explode with pain. I want a goddamn pixie cut. And I don’t want to wear this gown which feels like an inverted inflated balloon. How about a tube top and jeans? And for Pete’s sake, I don’t want to sing songs, hoping someone would rescue me. My throat hurts and I despise singing. I wanna play PSP.”
“Yea…yea…she is right,” Interrupts the dragon, “I’m a big fan of PSP. And I’m sick of this all too. I want to be killed with nuclear missiles and not rusty ol’ swords.”
“You shutup Mr.Dumb Mouthfire.” Princess feels her own mind and heart is on fire. “You talk about sick. How sick is to get rescued by the Prince who hasn’t bathed in last one year. He wants to conserve water. And that has been going on for eternity. And don’t get me started on how he kisses. I would rather be with our villain wizard Mr.Evil-pants.”
At this the evil wizard snickers with pride.
Just then a sound of flipping pages fills the room. “Once upon a time…” whispers someone.
“A mother is reading fairy tales for her child,” says the evil witch, pretending as if she hasn’t heard a word of what princess has said. “Get ready for the kid’s dreams. And Princess, you are a hoot honey. If you call another meeting, be clear about what you want.”