"I worry about the prince," the king said.
"What is the issue?" said the witch.
"We held balls with all eligible ladies, but he found none. So we held tourneys, with all eligible knights. Still none."
"There are those who seek none."
"So none can turn his head?"
"Perhaps. Ask him."
"Amazing!"
"There's been a new breakthrough on flying cars! Soon, the-"
"It won't happen."
"This time, they fixed the-"
"Doesn't matter."
"Why not?"
"Dragons."
"What?"
"Flying cars get popular, dragons appear and eat them all, and make us forget it."
"What?"
"Happens every time."
"What?"
"Yup."
"Why are they calling me an Evil Overlord?" the Evil Overlord said.
"There is a saying that 'evil starts with treating people as things'," a minion said.
"So? I treat all people with dignity and respect!"
"You often change your definition of who's 'people', though."
"Doesn't everybody?"
It's a sensitive subject among dragons, hoards. It's not polite to admit you compare sizes, though most do. And questioning another dragon's choice of subject is just not done.
Except... hoards are, above all else, meant to be valuable.
"Face it, Fafnir. It was a fad."
"I love my Beanie Babies!"
The sigil was drawn in salt and ash, the candles lit at the pentagram points, the incantation declaimed.
There was a shimmer - a demon appeared.
"Curious. What ritual is this?"
"I got it from ChatGPT. I included all protections in my prompt!"
"I see," the demon said and stepped out of the sigil.
"I am actually a princess," the frog said.
"Oh no!" said the prince.
"My curse can only be lifted by a prince listening to me."
"Of course," said the prince, and bent down with puckered lips.
"What are you doing?!"
"Kissing you, like you asked!"
"No!"
The frog hopped away, muttering.
The full moon shone brightly over the park.
"What are you going to do with that?" the werewolf asked.
Her date, squatting to pick up a stick, paused. "Er..."
"Were you going to throw it? Ew!"
"I'm so sorry, I-"
The werewolf opened her bag. "Hang on... Here!"
"A frisbee?"
"It's moon-shaped."
