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With her usual air of snobbish superiority, Breakfast Princess strolled leisurely through the Grasslands with her new 'pet' floating in tow.

"My, you look sooooooooo beautiful, Poopsie." she said teasingly to the captive vampire. "My sisters did such a wonderful job on your makeover, don't you think?"

"Grrrr." went Marceline as she grinded her teeth in frustration. "It's bad enough your stupid spell made me a blimp. Do you have to keep calling me that?"

"I'll call you whatever I like." BP replied casually. "According to the conditions of my curse, I own you now. So if I say your name is Poopsie the Clown, then Poopsie the Clown you are."

"You're never gonna get away with this, you know. The second PB finds out what you did to me, she's gonna send Finn and Jake and a whole army of Bannana Guards to turn your Kingdom insideout."

"Oh, I wouldn't count on that. See, you commited a crime against a certified Princess in her own Palace. Legally I can punish you any way I choose, and Princess Bubble Butt can't do squat about it. So, Ha-HA!"

"UGH! Well, will you at least tell me where we're going?"

"Gladly. See, you've got an appointment at the local tatoo parlor. I'm gonna have them tramp stamp that big fat caboose of yours to make sure everyone knows who owns it. I was thinking 'Property of the Breakfast Kingdom' on the left cheek and 'I <3 Breakfast Princess' on the right. In hot pink with glitter, of course."

"Of course." Marceline repeated sarcastically.

"Oh~ And that's just the begining. From now on, you'll perform tricks for me while I eat breakfast; three times a day, naturally. You'll seranade me every night before I go to sleep. And you'll pull hilarious pranks of my design on victims of my choosing; starting with that uncooth pamplemoose, LSP. It's going to be oodles of fun~"

"Why don't you just run a stake through my heart?"

"Oh, lighten up, my little Piggy Pie. I'll let you go as soon as the curse wears off. And that should only take about... five years." BP said teasingly, before switching to a disgustingly lovey dovey tone. "Of course by then you might be so madly in love with me that you'll wanna be my cute widdle Poopsie forever~"

"FAT CHANCE!" Marceline spat venomously.

"We'll see about that, Poopsie." BP replied mischeviously. "We'll see~"

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A commission:

Story.-

With her usual air of snobbish superiority, Breakfast Princess strolled leisurely through the Grasslands with her new 'pet' floating in tow.

"My, you look sooooooooo beautiful, Poopsie." she said teasingly to the captive vampire. "My sisters did such a wonderful job on your makeover, don't you think?"

"Grrrr." went Marceline as she grinded her teeth in frustration. "It's bad enough your stupid spell made me a blimp. Do you have to keep calling me that?"

"I'll call you whatever I like." BP replied casually. "According to the conditions of my curse, I own you now. So if I say your name is Poopsie the Clown, then Poopsie the Clown you are."

"You're never gonna get away with this, you know. The second PB finds out what you did to me, she's gonna send Finn and Jake and a whole army of Bannana Guards to turn your Kingdom insideout."

"Oh, I wouldn't count on that. See, you commited a crime against a certified Princess in her own Palace. Legally I can punish you any way I choose, and Princess Bubble Butt can't do squat about it. So, Ha-HA!"

"UGH! Well, will you at least tell me where we're going?"

"Gladly. See, you've got an appointment at the local tatoo parlor. I'm gonna have them tramp stamp that big fat caboose of yours to make sure everyone knows who owns it. I was thinking 'Property of the Breakfast Kingdom' on the left cheek and 'I <3 Breakfast Princess' on the right. In hot pink with glitter, of course."

"Of course." Marceline repeated sarcastically.

"Oh~ And that's just the begining. From now on, you'll perform tricks for me while I eat breakfast; three times a day, naturally. You'll seranade me every night before I go to sleep. And you'll pull hilarious pranks of my design on victims of my choosing; starting with that uncooth pamplemoose, LSP. It's going to be oodles of fun~"

"Why don't you just run a stake through my heart?"

"Oh, lighten up, my little Piggy Pie. I'll let you go as soon as the curse wears off. And that should only take about... five years." BP said teasingly, before switching to a disgustingly lovey dovey tone. "Of course by then you might be so madly in love with me that you'll wanna be my cute widdle Poopsie forever~"

"FAT CHANCE!" Marceline spat venomously.

"We'll see about that, Poopsie." BP replied mischeviously. "We'll see~"