[Kuzco wrinkles his gracefully long nose as if he's disgusted by the popcorn. As if it's so beneath him. And yet, it suffers a similar fate to the handkerchief as Kuzco shoves a whole handful into his mouth.]
No. [He chews as if in contemplation. Okay, maybe a little.] It helps. Good work, peasant.
[At the very least, Oz seems to have put a stop the the waterworks. Kuzco sinks down into his seat until his chin's resting against his chest. It makes his crown slip a little closer to his forehead.]
Why would anyone ever want to destroy my palace? Everybody loves me!
[He crosses his arms over his chest. Nobody's paying attention to the movie, right? There's no harm in him going on and on about his problems as loudly as he wants.]
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No. [He chews as if in contemplation. Okay, maybe a little.] It helps. Good work, peasant.
[At the very least, Oz seems to have put a stop the the waterworks. Kuzco sinks down into his seat until his chin's resting against his chest. It makes his crown slip a little closer to his forehead.]
Why would anyone ever want to destroy my palace? Everybody loves me!
[He crosses his arms over his chest. Nobody's paying attention to the movie, right? There's no harm in him going on and on about his problems as loudly as he wants.]