In a dark forest filled with towering trees and eerie silence, a gentle prince named Leo stumbled upon an ogre's lair. The ogre was massive, with veins bulging from his massive arms and a deep, menacing growl emanating from his barrel chest. As Leo stood before him, trembling in fear, the ogre let out a hearty laugh that echoed through the forest.
"So," the ogre said, his voice deep and raspy like rocks scraping against each other. "You dare come to my lair, human? You must have some balls on you."
Leo's heart raced as he tried to keep up a brave front. "I... I come in peace," he stammered. "I meant no harm."
The ogre laughed again, revealing sharp, pointy teeth that could pierce through steel. "Oh, peace? Is that what you Oh, peace? Is that what you call it when the streets are finally quiet and there's no sign of conflict or strife?
