An unfortunate prince who sparkles his eyes in the middle. Blonde hair loose in the wind. I look up because I'm tall.

"So, uh, which one did you win better? The way it is, or the way it is?

"No, no, it's a draw"

"What is that? Like, out of time?

"No, no, time is so innocent. They're both drawn by fatigue fractures."

I sighed. Me shaking my shoulder a little. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

The sound of a horse's hoof and a police car sounded reluctantly as he felt such a grip on his mind.

"What is it? Is something wrong? Was that arm wrestler just now, like, an extremely bad criminal or something?

"How rude. They are a kind of hero. I thought we should discuss it with respect."