The Genie kept thinking about what to do to Muldajak. Sideran, the guard always had a hatred for the prince, since when he took his fiancée as part of his harem and threatened to put jail him when he confronted the prince. He wanted to see Muldajak out of the picture forever, what the Genie was saying was too good for that slimy swamp creature. Muldajak could have an oportunity to become human again? That sounded unfair after all the tiranny he had commited.
"Master" Sideran called. The Genie looked at him, responding to the title naturally. "Master, I've dealed with pince Muldajak and I believe you are in an inglorious task. I'm afraid he'll never change, and can pretende to have change only to become the same tyrant he used to be when he regains his human body."
"Do you believe so?" the Genie asked while his busy fingers fondled his dark-haired sharp goatee. He sensed the guard had envy and wrath towards the little amphibious freak.
"Yes, I do. You might as well...finish him, right now!"
"Finish him? That sounds too harsh.And what do you propose?"
"Well...he seems to have some juicy, fleshy legs. The cooker could make you a true feast with them" the guard proposed. Muldajak gulped, the frog prince was so terrified at what he had heard that no sound dared to escaped his mouth.
"Frog legs, hmmm?"
The Genie then...