Flu turns to toad in the throat, quacking away all day. And here I am waiting for the kiss of a princess ... dangerous business.

What if the enchanted kiss turns the toad into a prince? Imagine having to walk around with a fucking prince in my throat. And with my luck it will be an ignorant, spoiled, idiot prince, abusing every chance to complain about the state of the kingdom. He will probably even try to get me in trouble with the princess ... I don't need that, no sir, not at all.