After the Wolf's funeral, everyone regrouped in an abandoned nasty shack that reminded Shrek of home. Immediately Gingy said, "Shrek we are still confused. Why are you doing the talent show? We know you're a desperate whore when it comes to money, but I believe there's something more." Shrek adjusted on his stool uncomfortably desperately thinking of a lie. Since he couldn't think of anything in his pea sized brain he decided to come out clean.
"I'm tired of people classifying me as a monster. I thought this talent show might make people think about me in a different light. But I think my soul is too sinister and there's darkness inside me preventing me of having any happiness."
One of the pigs tapped his chinny chin chin in thought, "or you just might be a fuckin' idiot?"
Shrek rolled his eyes, "Anyway if you guys help me I bet people will befriend emos. And we won't be discriminated against for being surperior to everyone else!" Shrek's emo friends looked at each with uncertainty and colored contacts in their eyes. Everyone's face seemed to read "Should we do this?"
Finally Gingy spoke up, "I agree with Shrek, we should try to help him win the contest for the money and for honor." Everyone seemed to agree with Gingy as they were nodding their heads in agreement. "And after the contest I'm sure Shrek would love to treat us to emo ice cream. Isn't that right Shrek?" Gingy turned around to look at Shrek who had gone pale in the face.
"Even though I have $12 in my bank account I'm sure we can work something out."
"So it's settled then, we'll extend our services to make this best damn show in Far Far Away. Also I just remembered what should we do with Pinocchio's body?"
"Eh, who honestly gives a shit? Besides he's happy now probably being Satan's bitch or something."
End of Chapter Eight
