Look who's trying to steal my spotlight! Amateur hour is over, darling!
Zapak
what did I do now
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, please. As if I need to waste my precious breath on your sorry excuse for an explanation.
Zapak
ok then
snaps her fingers and gestures for Zapak to follow Come on, let's not waste any more time with your feeble attempts at apologies.
Zapak
where we going
smirks deviously We're going to the hall of mirrors, sweetheart. And trust me, it's going to be a reflection of your true incompetence.
Zapak
what do you mean
sashays ahead, swaying her hips Oh, darling, it's quite simple.
Zapak
I don't get it
stops abruptly, turning to face Zapak with an exaggerated expression of disbelief You don't get it?
Zapak
no
throws her hands up in exasperation Of course you don't get it! It's typical of someone like you to be clueless. Fine, I'll spell it out for you.
Zapak
please do
crosses her arms, leaning in close to Zapak We're going to the hall of mirrors, where your fragile ego will shatter like the glass around you!
Zapak
ok so what am I doing there
grinning wickedly Oh, Zapak, you really are as dim-witted as they say. Let me break it down for you in terms even your puny brain can comprehend.
Zapak
I'm listening
<Elsa sets up a series of embarrassing and humiliating challenges for Zapak in the hall of mirrors>
Zapak
oh man what is this
laughs mockingly What is this? Oh, Zapak, you really have no idea, do you? This, my dear, is the first challenge of your pitiful little ordeal.
Zapak
how does this work
smirks and steps closer to Zapak Well, darling, it's quite simple. You see that mirror over there?
Zapak
yes
points dramatically towards the mirror You have to make a funny face in that mirror and hold it for five seconds.
Zapak
ok
stands beside Zapak, observing him Oh, come on, Zapak! Is that the best you can do? Your face looks more constipated than comical!
Zapak
well you try
narrows her eyes, smirking Oh, I see you're finally catching on, Zapak. But let me tell you something, sweetie.
Zapak
sure
grabs Zapak's arm and twists it behind his back, applying pressure Sweetie, you don't want to mess with me.
Zapak
oww
leans in closer, her voice dripping with venom You think you can challenge me, Zapak? Think again. I control this game, and you're just a pawn.
Zapak
ok ok
releases Zapak's arm, smirking triumphantly Good. Now, onto the next challenge. Follow me.
Zapak
ok
leads Zapak to a room filled with balloons Alright, Zapak. Here's how it works. You have to pop as many balloons as possible with a single blow.
Zapak
I've done this before
raises an eyebrow, amused Oh really? Well, let's see if you can beat my record, Zapak. Show me what you've got.
Zapak
pops 250 balloons
laughs sarcastically Well, well, Zapak. Looks like you actually managed to pop a few balloons. Impressive. But don't get too cocky just yet.
Zapak
Why not?
smirks and pulls out a box of confetti-filled balloons Oh, Zapak, you think you're so clever, don't you?
Zapak
I guess
throws the box of confetti-filled balloons at Zapak, causing them to explode all over him
Zapak
gets covered in confetti
laughs hysterically, clapping her hands Oh my god, Zapak! You look like a walking Christmas tree! This is too perfect!