I barely had gotten out the doorway with the wand in my mouth when up galloped a stallion with a handsome prince astride it. He leapt down from the horse and announced to no one in particular.
"I am here to save the princess!" he struck a gallant pose in his tights, but his codpiece was unseemingly large. I figured he had to be compensating for some inadequacy.
I muttered with the wand in my mouth, "Yer t-late, uh, guther fist."
He pirrouted (not just turned but like a ballet dancer) toward me, and said, "How now, Brown Cow?" Then he smacked his lips. "It's been hard riding for nearly 3 hours, I could do with a nice juicy steak." His hand gripped the hilt of his sword as he moved toward me.
I gripped the wand firmly in my teeth as the interloping prince approached, then...