"It has come to my attention that our costumer isn't enjoying his stay?" asked Discord who sat behind a concierge desk.

Tirek frowned in disgust and un-amusement, he hated it when Discord used sarcasm. "No," he said.

"Well, we can book you a flight straight out of here by Tuesday, does that sound good?" Discord was checking a calendar full of flights.

"If you were actually serious for once in your damned life, yes. But considering you aren't, no," Tirek grumbled.

"What ever do you mean?" Discord popped out of Tirek's ear in miniature size. He stood posed against Tirek's lobe, and whispered in his ear. "I always loved sarcasm. He disappeared and reappeared in front of Tirek as Tirek himself. "I never enjoyed sarcasm," Discord mocked in the tyrant's voice.

"Why you little..".

"Ah ah ah!" Discord scolded him,"There's no need for potty mouth around here,".

"I can use whatever language I pursue! This is my home now! Not yours you incompetent fool of a Lord!" Tirek shouted.

"Be thankful we didn't give you handcuffs this time," said the draconequus.

Tirek looked down at his handcuffs, though they weren't handcuffs. They were chocolate frozen onto his fists.

Tirek yelled in annoyance as he smashed his own fists against the wall, breaking the hardened chocolate. "If you didn't like them, you could've given them back," Discord crossed his arms.

"Curse you and your powers!" shouted Tirek, shaking a fist.

"You're right about one thing," Discord circled the hooded creature,"I have powers," he giggled and spawned a scoring booth. A scoreboard read two team names, "Tirek: 0" and "Discord: 1".

"Enough with your games!" yelled Tirek. "Why have you come to see me?".

"I told you we scheduled a tea party today," Discord pulled out a smaller calendar,"Oh wait, that's with my dearest FlutterShy," he smiled warmly as he said the name.

"If I had my strength, I'd use your body as a tea plate!" threatened Tirek.

Discord appeared wrapped around Tirek's mangled body like a python. "But you don't, so...". He teleported a few feet away from Tirek, sitting in his throne he'd decorated 1,000 years ago. "Let's have small talk instead of tea," he offered.

Tirek gave up, it was no use arguing with Discord. If you ever tried you'd come in last. "Fine, let's talk Discord,". And with that, Tirek agreed with Discord for the first time in his life. Next Chapter: Discord Estimated time remaining: 8 Minutes