Jesters, Wish Makers, and Dragons
@the-purple-hero didn’t mind a starter.
Two humans were wandering around the Artisan Homeworld. One looked like a jester with golden wings, the other looked like a gentleman.
“C'mon, pleaaase,” the Jester begged the other. “Please grant my wish!”
The other sighed, pulling off his decorated top hat. “Marx, the last time I did that, I was literally killed. I’m not making that mistake again.”
“I’ll make more of an effort to keep that from happening, I promise!”
“Right. Maybe, when life becomes extinct in about a couple million years, then I’ll consider your wish.”
“You’re a meanie, Nova,” Marx said with a huff, crossing his arms.
“You’re the one trying to take over the world,” he retorted, placing the hat back onto his golden hair.