Y/n POV
Y/n: hey Farquaad, what is love?
Lord Farquaad: you, ahah
Y/n: *giggles*
Farquaad: bye I'mma go sleep
Y/n: r u drunk too
Farquaad: pffffffddfd no only peasants like u drink jkjk you can only afford dirt but I have fine wine
Y/n: what that's so mean I have a trust fund
Farquaad: bye biatch Troy needs me to play basketball
