Later, at the Azdion Royal City Taco Hut....



"I'd say our first few days or weeks or whatever as kings have gone pretty well."

"You can say that again, Tarak!" Makka replied.

"Do you want me to say it again?" Tarak asked, munching on his taco.

"No. That's just redundant dialogue, and is only funny when done well."

"So true. Anyway, do you think we have the money to foot the bill for that coffee? I mean, we're kings and everything but we don't get a real substantial allowance."

"Don't worry, Tarak! With the money from dad's inheritance, we can easily pay for it!"

"Yeah, I suppose that's true..." Tarak said, thinking. "Um... Makka?"

"Yeeesssss, Tarak?" Makka said, not paying much attention.

"I remember that party we had..."

"Mm-hm."

"But, uh, did we ever actually have a funeral?"

Makka's mouth dropped open and some of his taco fell out. The princes looked at each other, absolutely dumbfounded.

"Shoot!"



THE END