"Where are my katanas Donkey?"

Shrek sat on the couch, flicking between channels idly. He was waiting for Donkey to come home. Eventually, he heard the telltale click of the door unlocking and Donkey entering the building.

Shrek had to have a serious conversation, so he turned the TV off, before turning to confront Donkey.

"Donkey," intoned Shrek, "Where is my katana collection?"

Donkey shifted uneasily. He had known Shrek would ask this from the moment he secretly sold them to Dexter Widdershins down the road.

"I, uh..."

"Donkey," repeated Shrek, this time with a menacing tone.

"Look man, they aren't healthy... Your anime addiction isn't good for you."

"Isn't good for me? Isn't healthy?" roared Shrek, "You won't be healthy if you don't tell me where my katanas are you four legged sack of shit!"

"Calm down Shrek, they aren't gone forever," lied Donkey, knowing full well Dexter would never give them back.

"Oh really now?"

"Yeah."

"OK."

Shrek hugged Donkey close, looking at the ring on his finger.

"I love you donkey."