Brenda growled in hunger. "Fee fi fo fum, I need food to feed my huge bum!"
She stomped hard in anger, dislodging a fart that disintegrated half the city. "Ha! Little insects."
Just as Brenda eyed eating the other half of the city, Danaerys Stormborn flew swiftly down on Drogon, her last remaining dragon and son. "I made a terrible mistake in King's Landing. I will atone by stopping your evil, beast!"
With that, Drogon let out a mighty pillar of flame as old and powerful as Valyria itself. Brenda screamed in agony as her fat bubbled and melted.
"You like food so much, it was fitting you die as a roasted kabob. You will feed my army. Unsullied!"
A thousand brave eunuchs began feasting on Brenda's smoldering corpse. The threat to Midgard was over.
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