The sound of the slap was like a beat to his dance.
"Now! Now! Now!"
The last thing on his to-do list and His ultimate goal? To run into a horde of people and make their heads pop like balloons,
metaphorically speaking, of course.
In short, he wanted to metaphorically blow their minds!
He grabbed the hand of an unsuspecting passerby and gave it a theatrical flourish—nothing to do with the hand. This wasn't the time for hand-related shenanigans; he had bigger fish to fry.
Yes, bigger, metaphorical fish!
His mind raced, weaving the chaos he was about to unleash. The dear Prince of the Fire Kingdom, his long-lost first friend, was about to get a taste of their childhood promise—no, not the hand-eating part, but the fun and laughter part!
"I am coming!"
While internally singing the "Onver March," Onver marched toward the castle.