[the drink is poisoned]
Yzma:
Kronk, the emperor needs his... drink!
Kronk:
Right. Oh...
[winks at Yzma]
Kronk:
...riiiiiiggghhht.
[goes to grab drink and realizes that he doesn't know which one it is; takes the drinks away to pour the poison again]
Kuzco:
Hey, Kronky, everything okay back there?
Kronk:
[mixing the drinks together before refilling all the cups]
Oh, uh, the drinks were a bit on the, uh...
[small explosion from each of the cups]
Kronk:
...warm side. Hehe. Hey, did ya see that sky today? Talk about blue.
Yzma:
Yes, Kronk. Riveting. A toast, to the emperor! Long live Kuzco!
Kronk:
[to Yzma trying to make it sound like he's coughing]
Don't drink the wine. Poison.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:41