“Well he ain’t gettin’ any deader! Back to work.”
I practically raised the little weasel; since he was a baby I’ve been guiding him, teaching him how to think, behave, treat people… you’d think he’dve turned out better.
So I did a little ruling the empire when he wasn’t around; it’s not like it was hurting him… and the peasants weren’t complaining (the prisons would be full if they did). And then he fires me?!! He didn’t deserve to be turned into a llama, he deserved to be dead! If only I didn’t have that half-brained, half-wit dingbat Kronk doing my dirty work; the man couldn’t sneeze without written instructions (and maybe a diagram).
I went to so much trouble to get the throne, only to get thwarted by a llama and his peasant sidekick… and now I’m a cat. A CAT!!
I shouldn’t have trusted Kronk; why couldn’t I have had a monkey instead? An untrained, stupid monkey. Aaaaanndd now I have a furball. Perfect.