Zarkon was busy working in his own study as he listed derogatory names to call Elara, but it didn't go well.

"Elara goddess of stubbornness, pain in my royal neck, bitch of steel, thy who gives no shits, the devil's angel, and the one who hates her husband's guts."

He didn't stop he kept it going until he went down.

"My deviously, attractive, gorgeous, dangerously intelligent angel... NO ZARKON SNAP OUT OF IT, DON'T GIVE INTO those shiny, brilliant, lovely golden eyes... Damn she's A BITCH ZARKON, SHE'S A BITCH ZARKON!"

"She has a huge sass problem and a small waist, pretty face, and big but- WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!"

He kept trying to diss her but it just wasn't working out. He kept screaming at himself.

"Her bitchiness, sass, and ass is always on point. ZARKON STOP TALKING ABOUT HER ASS! Even though it's like upside down heart... DAMN IT!!"

"Alright Zarkon, just insults, believe in yourself..."

"Hey bit- mama how you doing? 😏"

"NO!!"

The grown space turtle proceeds to cry tears of frustration and bang his head on the desk on purpose.

"I need my bitch back.."

"I DID IT"

"I insulted that hot, drop dead gorgeous, vision of natural beauty.... I QUIT!!"