The Beauty Within

Lotor's Cheer Up And Dinner Is Served

In the tavern in the town, a crowd had entered the tavern, hoping to avoid the chilly cold air. Lotor sat in a chair in front of the large fireplace, a pout on his face.

"Who does he think he is? That boy has tangled with the wrong man," Lotor growled out as Varkon walked up with a tray in his hands, two cups of nunvill on the tray. "No one says 'no' to Lotor!"

"Darn right!" Varkon said as he stood beside the chair Lotor was currently occupying.

"Dismissed. Rejected. Publicly humiliated," Lotor grabbed the two cups of nunvill Varkon had and tossed them into the fire in anger. "Why, it's more than I can bear."

"More nunvill?" Varkon asked as he tossed the tray away.

"Nothing helps. I'm disgraced," Lotor said as he turned his chair away from the other male and sighed.

"Who, you? Never," Varkon said as he ran in front of Lotor and sliced his arms through the air. Lotor only rolled his eyes and turned his chair away once more. "Lotor, you've got to pull yourself together," Varkon said as he ran in front of Lotor once more, only for the man to turn his head away.

"Gosh, it disturbs me to see you, Lotor

Looking so down in the dumps"

Lotor rolled his eyes and pushed the other male away. Varkon landed on a table where a group of men were drinking. Varkon sat up and looked towards Lotor.

"Every guy here'd love to be you, Lotor

Even when taking your lumps"

The group of men cheered and raised their cups to the depressed man slumped in the chair. Lotor only rolled his eyes and turned his chair back to the fireplace.

"There's no man in town as admired as you

You're everyone's favorite guy"

Varkon slipped his hand behind Lotor head and patted the male's head before squishing his cheeks.

"Everyone's awed and inspired by you

And it's not very hard to see why"

Varkon turned Lotor's chair back to face the crowd as Shay, Nyma, and Florona walked up and sat beside the man's chair. Their eyes locked onto Lotor who just closed his eyes and folded his arms over his chest.

"No one's slick as Lotor

No one's quick as Lotor

No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Lotor"

Varkon sneaked up behind a man and unhooked his belt from his pants. The mans wife burst out laughing when his pants fell to the ground. Varkon then hopped up to Lotor and tied the belt around his neck.

"For there's no man in town half as manly"

Lotor sighed and brought out a knife to cut the belt away. Once he did, he tossed it into the fire.

"Perfect, a pure paragon"

Varkon slipped away from Lotor and gestured to the painting above the fireplace that was a picture of Lotor hunting.

"Perfect, a pure paragon

You can ask any Josh, Steven, or Jeremy

And they'll tell you whose team they'd prefer to be on"

At this point, the group of men that were sitting at the table started to join in singing.

"No one's been like Lotor