Two science men Gracelings walked down a stone, but still intelligent looking, hall impatiently.
"I told you, Gerp, this is important. We have an emergency," said one to the other, briefly lowering his cool shades from his Grace man eyes. One was binary code and the other was chemical equations. He had the Grace of Smart. He had on a lab coat, but there was a three piece suit underneath that matched his cool shades. And underneath that he was wearing a cape. Then underneath the cape he had on a peasant costume, because he is an actor and this is High Fantasy here. Everyone dresses like that.
"You didn't even bother to tell me what kind, sir," his compadre responded.
"Patience, Rodle! All will be revealed when we reach the room over there," Gerp promised, cumbersomely making a simple hand motion to direct Rodle's attention to the door at the end of the hall. His sentence structure was more complicated than necessary, but it got the job done.
Rodle huffed, but followed Gerp down the hall further, their sensible shoes clicking on the floor shinily.
Once inside the room, Gerp directed Rodle's attention to a large graph poster on the far wall. The room was lined with white tables full of sciency things like test tubes and rats and machines that are too complicated for most people to know how to turn on and not break.
"Do you know what this is?" Gerp demanded.
Rodle studied the bowl-shaped line drawn in pencil on the graph paper. "No."
"It's a parabola! And it's a positive one, too."
Rodle lowered his cool shades, revealing his eyes. They had some different kinds of animals in them and a double helix or two. He had the Grace of Biology. It wasn't the same as Smart. "I... see."
"This parabola represents the influx of Evil Kings to the land of Fantasywerld."
"And?" Rodle pressed.
Retrieving a pointer from his pocket (the Grace of Smart gave him the ability to carry anything in his pocket, so long as it was intellectually stimulating, even rockets) and pointing with the pointer to the parabola, Gerp traced the portion of the line in the first quadrant of the graph, the one with all the positive numbers in it. "I did the other end because I like doing smart things, but this is the part that's important. Evil Kings are increasing at an exponential rate in this realm. Were you aware, Rodle, that right now, in the land of Graceland, there are two Evil Kings for every one normal citizen? These are people, Rodle. People like you and me. Only not as smart."
Rodle gasped. "Oh, god! That's awful!" He paused. "The... the Kings, I mean. Not the stupid people."
Gerp cleared his throat nervously before continuing. "Anyway, yes, at this rate there will be fifty Evil Kings for every citizen of Ooo in ten years. They reproduce asexually, you know. These people need a hero. They need... they need a girl. A teenage girl. One who can fight back the masses of Evil Kings in SeaWorld and return peace to our land."
"But where can we find one of those? Evil Kings are territorial creatures. Each King has his own domain and with this... exponential growth of Kings, those domains will be shrinking. The Kings will grow hostile," Rodle said, relaying his knowledge of animal behavior. "Do you really think a girl can handle that sort of mess?"
Gerp grabbed his partner by the shoulders roughly. "Get a hold of yourself, Rodle! This is High Fantasy! Women are liberated!"
Rodle blinked. "I mean a single person. Do you think a single person can handle this?"
"That's better," Gerp said, letting go. He wiped his hands on his lab coat. "I hope so. We have to ignore the gaping, unrealistic plot holes that litter this plan and press onward. Because if we don't, we're doomed for certain."