Shrek looked upon the vast pink mansion. "Well, what a humble cottage," he thought sarcastically. He walked upon the cheetah print stairs and knocked on the door. Nicki opened almost immediately. "Ey, you the male prostitute?" She asked, her eyes flickering up and down his body, surveying him. "Um, no, I'm here for a wish," he said, "I heard you grant wishes."
She stared at him for a moment her brown eyes concentrated on his face, clearly deep in thought. "Yeah sure, whatcha want?" She said now looking at her long painted nails, her rose painted lips slightly puckering. Shrek stuttered, put off about her sudden disinterest. "I want love again."
"Wow that's a dumb ass wish dude."
