Imagine living in a fantasy story as a common citizen. That would be w a c k
Commoner 1 (Bess): Yo, where did that really pretty princess go? The one that has excellent skin.
Commoner 2 (Ron): Oh, Snow White? The Queen poisoned her with an apple.
Bess, shook: Wait, really?
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Ron: Hey, look, there's a dragon flying over the castle.
Bess: WHAT?
Ron: Hey, look, it's shooting fire.
Bess: I'M LEAVING THIS CURSED TOWN!
Ron, eating a bagel: Oh no, it's fine. The princess is trying to stop it.
Bess: You mean that really dainty princess that stays inside all day doing nothing? The one whose skin is whiter than snow because of it?
#forgetthisimout
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Bess: Hey, you know the abandoned castle in the next town over?
Ron: The one with the beast?
Bess: Yup. So apparently the beast was actually a prince.
Ron: Really? Was it that evil stepmother again?
Bess: No no, this time it was a grandmother.
Ron: ...
Ron: I'm not even surprised anymore.
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Bess: Hey, you know that beast prince I was talking about earlier?
Ron, sipping tea: Mhmm. What about him?
Bess: I snuck into the party he threw, and he is s o handsome.
Ron, spitting out his tea: Does he have a lover?
Bess, sighing: unfortunately, yes. Some girl named Bell. I mean, who names their kid 'Bell' anyway?
Ron, shaking his head sadly: Sadly Bess, we live in a world of idiots.
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Bess, reading the paper: Hey Ron! The prince in the next country over is having a shoe fitting contest
Ron: a what now? Why?
Bess: a shoe fitting contest... and it doesn't say.
Ron, sighing: we just have to do everything for ourselves, don't we
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Ron, upon coming back from his trip: BESS! You will not b e l i e v e this
Bess: what happened? Is this about the shoes?
Ron, sitting down on a chair and grabbing a cup of tea: so apparently, the prince is having a shoe fitting contest to figure out who his b r i d e is