Simba; Murderer.
Scar; Simba, Simba. Please. Please have mercy. I beg you.
Simba; You don't deserve to live.
Scar; But, Simba, I am... ah... family. It's the hyenas who are the real enemy. It was their fault - it was their idea!
Simba; Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie.
Scar; What are you going to do? You wouldn't kill your own Uncle...?
Sora; it depend.
Scar; what?
Sora; usually when you kill a king, they had to be executed.
Scar; now just wait a minute. When your a king you rule the land, even when you killed some other lion.
Sora; but not like this.
Scar; but, but...
Simba; it your choice Scar. Either run away and never return or be executed.
Scar; Uhh...
Sora; look Scar. I know this sound painful, but you don't deserve to live after you killed your own brother.
Scar; it not my fault. I was jealous.
Simba; well how would you like it if I was jealous about your um... mate.
Scar; my what?
Sora; you know... your girlfriend.
Scar; what about her?
Simba; if I was jealous of Zira, I would kill her.
Scar; yeah right, like you would hit a girl.
Simba; Uhh... maybe.
Sora; now Simba, you know you can't harm a lady.
Simba; I know that.
Scar; how about a deal, you let me stay and I will let you live?
Sora; and will you get rid of those filthy, smelly, ugly, horribly, vile, vicious, weird, Hyenas.
Scar; fine.
Simba; and one more thing.
Scar; what is it?
Simba; you have to make amen to my father death.
Scar; deal.
So Simba, Sora, and Scar made their deal and soon enough, Simba became king of the Prideland.
The End.