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notouchykuzcoDespite being pink-slipped (shit-canned, fired liek woah), Yzma had invited Kuzco over for dinner that night, and never being one to turn down a free meal that also included a chance to gloat, Kuzco showed up right on time and slammed the door open. "Boom, bam, baby! Let's get to the grub! I am one hungry king of the world!" He sat down. "So...no hard feelings about being let go?"
Yzma bared her teeth at him in something vaguely resembling a smile. "None whatsoever. Kronk, get the Emperor a drink."
Kronk grinned and gave her a wink in reply. "Drink. Riiiiiiiiiight." He went over to the table, poured out a drink and then stealthily (for him, anyway) poured the contents of a small pink vial into it. Kuzco didn't notice, too busy sniffing at the air. "Is something burning?"
"My spinach puffs!" He set the drink tray down and tore off into the kitchen.
Kuzco watched him go, then turned back to Yzma, eyebrow arched up. "Ahem. Soooooooo...he seems...nice."
"He is," Yzma replied awkwardly.
"He's...what..in his late twenties?"
"I'm not sure," Yzma hedged.
Kronk returned, holding a plate of spinach puffed. "Saved 'em!"
Kuzco and Yzma applauded. "Watch it," Kronk warned. "They're still hot."
Yzma cleared her throat. "Ahem. Kronk, the Emperor needs his -- drink."
Kronk nodded. "Right. Oh--" he winked elaborately. "Riiiiiiiiiiight." He went back to the table with the drinks, out of Kuzco's line of sight, and panics. Which one he'd poured the vial into, he quickly poured all three drinks into a planter, shook them together and poured them back out. Each drink exploded quietly and let off a puff of smoke.
Kuzco didn't notice anything. "Hey, Kronky, everything okay back there?" he called out, munching on a spinach puff.
"Oh, uh -- the drinks were a bit on the -- warm side!" Kronk replied, looking guilty as he returned and handed out the drinks."Hey, did you see that sky today? Talk about blue."
Yzma gave him a look. "Yes, Kronk. Riveting." She held up her drink. "A toast to the Emperor! Long live Kuzco!"
Kuzco was too busy drinking to notice that neither companion drank from their glasses. "Ah. Tasty!" he proclaimed, then faceplanted into his dinner.
"Finally!" Yzma cried. "Good work, Kronk. Now to get rid of the body."
Kuzco sat back up. "Okay!"
Yzma's eyes bugged out.
"What were we saying?" Kuzco continued as his ears began to lengthen and stick straight up.
"Uh--uh--we were just making a toast to your long and healthy rule..." Yzma finally managed.
"Right," Kuzco continued obliviously as his neck lengthened. "So, what're you gonna do? I mean, you've been around here a long time, and I really mean a long time, um, I thought it might be difficult for someone of your age adjusting to life in the private sector. Hey, Kronk, can you top me off, pal? Be a friend? Now about the finding new work--"
Yzma glanced at Kronk, picked up two pieces of broccoli and bashed them together. "Hit him in the head," she hissed.
Kronk looked confused. "More broccoli?"
Kuzco was still talking, ignorant to his new...llama-ness."Because you're...you know. Let's face it, you're no spring chicken, and I mean that in the best possible way - "
Kronk bashed him in the head with a serving tray and he smacked back down into his dinner.
"What?!" Yzma cried. "A llama?! He's supposed to be dead!"
"Yeah, weird," Kronk agreed.
"Let me see that vial!" she demanded, taking the potion container. "This isn't poison, this is extract of llama!"
"You know, in my defense, your poisons all look alike, you might think of re-labeling some of them," Kronk replied.
"Take him out of town and finish the job now!" Yzma said imperiously.
"What about dinner?" Kronk wheedled.
"Kronk, this is kind of important," Yzma said.
"How about dessert?" he asked.
She paused. "Well, I suppose there's time for dessert..."
"And coffee?"
"All right, a quick cup of coffee. Then take him out of town and finish the job!"
After dinner, dessert, and a quick cup of coffee, Kronk took a still unconscious-and-llamaed Kuzco out of the palace wrapped in a sack and chucked him back through the Portalocity portal. That finished the job, right? It was as good as being dead? Right?
Hopefully?
[OOC: And Kuzco is now llamaed. Ahahaha.]
Yzma bared her teeth at him in something vaguely resembling a smile. "None whatsoever. Kronk, get the Emperor a drink."
Kronk grinned and gave her a wink in reply. "Drink. Riiiiiiiiiight." He went over to the table, poured out a drink and then stealthily (for him, anyway) poured the contents of a small pink vial into it. Kuzco didn't notice, too busy sniffing at the air. "Is something burning?"
"My spinach puffs!" He set the drink tray down and tore off into the kitchen.
Kuzco watched him go, then turned back to Yzma, eyebrow arched up. "Ahem. Soooooooo...he seems...nice."
"He is," Yzma replied awkwardly.
"He's...what..in his late twenties?"
"I'm not sure," Yzma hedged.
Kronk returned, holding a plate of spinach puffed. "Saved 'em!"
Kuzco and Yzma applauded. "Watch it," Kronk warned. "They're still hot."
Yzma cleared her throat. "Ahem. Kronk, the Emperor needs his -- drink."
Kronk nodded. "Right. Oh--" he winked elaborately. "Riiiiiiiiiiight." He went back to the table with the drinks, out of Kuzco's line of sight, and panics. Which one he'd poured the vial into, he quickly poured all three drinks into a planter, shook them together and poured them back out. Each drink exploded quietly and let off a puff of smoke.
Kuzco didn't notice anything. "Hey, Kronky, everything okay back there?" he called out, munching on a spinach puff.
"Oh, uh -- the drinks were a bit on the -- warm side!" Kronk replied, looking guilty as he returned and handed out the drinks."Hey, did you see that sky today? Talk about blue."
Yzma gave him a look. "Yes, Kronk. Riveting." She held up her drink. "A toast to the Emperor! Long live Kuzco!"
Kuzco was too busy drinking to notice that neither companion drank from their glasses. "Ah. Tasty!" he proclaimed, then faceplanted into his dinner.
"Finally!" Yzma cried. "Good work, Kronk. Now to get rid of the body."
Kuzco sat back up. "Okay!"
Yzma's eyes bugged out.
"What were we saying?" Kuzco continued as his ears began to lengthen and stick straight up.
"Uh--uh--we were just making a toast to your long and healthy rule..." Yzma finally managed.
"Right," Kuzco continued obliviously as his neck lengthened. "So, what're you gonna do? I mean, you've been around here a long time, and I really mean a long time, um, I thought it might be difficult for someone of your age adjusting to life in the private sector. Hey, Kronk, can you top me off, pal? Be a friend? Now about the finding new work--"
Yzma glanced at Kronk, picked up two pieces of broccoli and bashed them together. "Hit him in the head," she hissed.
Kronk looked confused. "More broccoli?"
Kuzco was still talking, ignorant to his new...llama-ness."Because you're...you know. Let's face it, you're no spring chicken, and I mean that in the best possible way - "
Kronk bashed him in the head with a serving tray and he smacked back down into his dinner.
"What?!" Yzma cried. "A llama?! He's supposed to be dead!"
"Yeah, weird," Kronk agreed.
"Let me see that vial!" she demanded, taking the potion container. "This isn't poison, this is extract of llama!"
"You know, in my defense, your poisons all look alike, you might think of re-labeling some of them," Kronk replied.
"Take him out of town and finish the job now!" Yzma said imperiously.
"What about dinner?" Kronk wheedled.
"Kronk, this is kind of important," Yzma said.
"How about dessert?" he asked.
She paused. "Well, I suppose there's time for dessert..."
"And coffee?"
"All right, a quick cup of coffee. Then take him out of town and finish the job!"
After dinner, dessert, and a quick cup of coffee, Kronk took a still unconscious-and-llamaed Kuzco out of the palace wrapped in a sack and chucked him back through the Portalocity portal. That finished the job, right? It was as good as being dead? Right?
Hopefully?
[OOC: And Kuzco is now llamaed. Ahahaha.]
