A disgruntled look came over Kuzco's face as Delirium pet him. Sure, he wanted attention, but to get it in this manner was a little embarrassing! He blew a little puff of air across his lips. "Horrible, pfft." Kuzco rolled his eyes. "One moment I'm minding my own business, eating dinner, next thing I know I'm a llama. If I did something horrible, I would love to know what I did, then.
"And oh so sorry," - except he wasn't really, of course - "I can't say I know anybody by that name, or with that kind of hair; I haven't been here all that long, myself," he admitted. "So you'll have to--"
He stopped and swayed for a moment, and groaned. "Forget that, I have a question of my own - either of you have anything to take care of a headache?"
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"And oh so sorry," - except he wasn't really, of course - "I can't say I know anybody by that name, or with that kind of hair; I haven't been here all that long, myself," he admitted. "So you'll have to--"
He stopped and swayed for a moment, and groaned. "Forget that, I have a question of my own - either of you have anything to take care of a headache?"