Zarkon and Elara were in a meeting in the conference room with Alfor, Gyrgan, Trigel, and Blaytz. Koltor being the heir to the throne was both a serious and comedic soul. He felt like pissing off his parents so he walked into the conference room uninvited.

"Mother dearest! Father demon!" He bellowed.

"It was peaceful..." Elara huffed.

"What is it Koltor?" Zarkon sighed.

"What has four legs and one arm?" Koltor asked whole grinning.

"What?" Everyone else asked.

"A Doberman in a playground." He said.

It was silent until Elara gasped at the realization.

"That's just wrong!" She yelled at her son who was already taller than her.

"You hang out with Sendak too much..." Zarkon said.

"I like this one." Blaytz snickered.

"Of course you do." Alfor said.

"Now... What do you call a selfie of an orphan?" Koltor asked.

"Oh lord make it stop..." Elara whimpered.

"A family portrait." Koltor said.

"That is just so sad." Trigel said.

"Are you done?" Zarkon asked.

"Far from it. I was reading a book about an immortal dog, I found it impossible to put down." Koltor said.

"Stop it!" Elara commanded.

"You find humor in this?" Gyrgan asked.

"Absolutely!" Blaytz cackled.

"Gods save us all." Elara said.

"Why can't orphans go on field trips?" Koltor asked.

"Don't you dare." Elara hissed.

"They need a parent's signature." Koltor said as he snickered.

Blaytz was in hysterics as everyone else sighed in discomfort. Koltor knew better than to stick around and left.

"That boy needs help." Trigel said.

"You all may be complaining but I'm the one who gave birth to that." Elara huffed.

"He's a genius!" Blaytz wailed as he laughed his ass off.

The prince has jokes, very dark jokes. His parents weren't so pleased but they knew that they probably couldn't stop him.