"Hey Principessa, whatchya doin' up there?"
"Sitting atop my throne, contemplating how nice it is to be Queen."
"It looks a little unstable Your Majesty, let me run a thorough security check to see if it passes inspection."
"If you must."
"Wow, it sure is dark in here but it appears empty. "
"Just like your head, big boy."
"Don't get any ideas, stud. You're still my minion."
"I'm just checking the throne for safety Your Majesty."
"Wow, can you believe we're going to leave this plush forest for the land of milk and chocolate?"
"I know. It's not like we can even eat those things. But I sure can't wait to get my paws on that cow Pop was flirting with over there, behind our tails."
"Oh Princess, that cow looked awfully big and scary. I don't think I'd like to get too close to her."
"Is it too late to exchange him for a real security dog with some chutzpah?"
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