Names were silly. She didn’t have one. People called her by what she was — a princess and a shroob; Princess Shroob. There really wasn’t much to it. Though, people usually called her ‘your highness’ or ‘your majesty’ or something of the sort. Though, if someone were to act otherwise, she’d be on their trail. Except for her little shroobs. She considered herself a mother to all of them.
“P̡͝r̶ì̶̴nç̨e͘s̡͟͜s̸̀̕ Ś̵͢hr͜͠͝o̧o͡b͠. ̴T҉hat̡͟͠ ̸͜i͏̨s͡ ̢͜wh͘a̢t͏̡ ̶m͢òs͏ţ ̧͜m͘͡o͡r͏̡t̴à͜͏l̀s͢ ̀̕c̸à̢͡ll̷ ͠m̵̨̡e͘.҉͏”
[ Princess Shroob. That is what most mortals call me. ]
It was short, simple, and to the point. The princess didn’t like carring on conversations when they didn’t need to, so that was all she had said on the matter.
“A͝n̡d̸͠ ͞͠y̧o̸u̡̕ ͢a҉r̷̡ȩ͘?̴́”
[ And you are? ]
“Understood. Pleasure to meet you, your majesty. I am Tatanga.”
There wasn’t much for Tatanga to say about himself anyway- he didn’t have a home planet, he had no particular title, and otherwise wasn’t much more than a commoner- even if he had kept up the whole ‘space invader’ thing (which wouldn’t have been easy).
(Source: invaderforhire)
