Shrek - Lord Farquaad

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Lord Farquaad Stalks into a Cutting-Edge 3D Printing Facility Lord Farquaad, the diminutive but fierce ruler of Duloc, strides purposefully into a futuristic 3D printing facility. His beady little eyes scan the room with an air of superiority as he surveys the rows of humming machines and bustling technicians. "What is this sorcery?" Lord Farquaad demands, his voice dripping with disdain for anything that doesn't conform to his own narrow vision of perfection. A harried-looking technician, nervously fidgeting with his hands, approaches the diminutive despot. "Uh, Your Lordship, we're using 3D printing technology to create custom prosthetics and implants for our... ah... more fragile citizens." Lord Farquaad's face twists in distaste as he gazes upon a half-finished prosthetic limb. "Ugh! This is an abomination! Where are the elegant lines? The refined details? Give me something with class, not some clumsy hunk of plastic and wires!" The technician swallows hard before answering, "Well, Your Lordship, we've been experimenting with—" But Lord Farquaad cuts him off with a wave of his hand. "Enough! I want to see something truly magnificent. Something that will make Duloc the envy of all the other kingdoms." With a flourish, he gestures to a nearby printer, and a sleek, silver robot steps forward, its eyes glowing with an inner light. "Behold!" Lord Farquaad exclaims. "This is what I want. A 3D printed masterpiece that will make our enemies tremble with fear!" The technician nods eagerly, taking notes as he speaks, "Yes, Your Lordship! We can certainly create something like that. Perhaps a custom sword or—" But before the poor man can finish his sentence, Lord Farquaad has already stormed off, leaving him to wonder if he's been given a task from which there's no escape. As the technician watches the diminutive despot disappear into the distance, he can't help but think, "Oh dear lord, I hope I don't get fired..."