He makes a pffft noise. "No chance."

"At what, a girl?" A punch his arm.
"I am the smartest, most-"

He slaps my arm. "Stop right there, you're nowhere close to smart."

"Oh, and like you're any smarter than me! Someday, I'll be the King. And you'll be my Jester. I own you."

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