The being yawns as he slumps on bean bag starts swirling on it as pulls up the TV screen. "Finally the meeting is over. Now lets see what's interesting thing my little entertainment is doing,"

  With a flick of its star-shaped remote, one of the screens zoomed in, displaying a scene that made the being pause. There, tied up and sleeping blissfully, was Sora, his golden feathers glinting faintly in the dim light of torches as Trio move through the forest. Surrounding him were Snaggle, Grizzle, and Nibbles, who were quietly celebrating their "victory" by forming a conga line. Snaggle led the way, his crooked nose twitching with excitement, while Grizzle grumbled under his breath and Nibbles chewed on his fingernails, trying to keep up with the rhythm.

  Seeing this development The being burst out laughing.

  "Oh my god this is so hilarious, I can't, my lungs, if I had any."

  The being kept wheezing out laughter wiping a tear that looked like a black hole. Each tear fell to the ground with a soft plink, disappearing into the void.

  The being continued to laugh, its form twisting and contorting as it struggled to contain its amusement. The scene on the screen played on, the goblins' conga line growing more chaotic by the second. Snaggle tripped over his own feet, sending Grizzle and Nibbles tumbling into a pile of rocks. Sora, still blissfully unaware, let out a soft chirp in his sleep, his golden feathers ruffling slightly.

  Looking back at the screen still wheezing abit.

  The being wiped away another tear—a tiny black hole that vanished into the ether—and took a deep, shuddering breath. "Oh, this is too good. I can't wait to see what happens next. This is the best thing I've seen in eons."

  With a wave of its star-shaped remote, the being zoomed in on the scene, its laughter subsiding into a series of amused chuckles.

  "Keep it up, little goblins. You're making this so much more entertaining than I ever could have hoped."

  The being leaned back in its swirling bean bag, its form rippling with satisfaction. The screen continued to display the goblins' antics, their tiny brains buzzing with plans and schemes that were destined to fail in the most hilarious ways possible.

  The being settling in for a long night of cosmic entertainment, its laughter echoing through the void as it watched Sora and the goblins' absurd misadventures unfold

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  Sora’s eyes fluttered open, his vision blurry as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. The first thing he saw was a yellow goblin with a monocle, his pale skin glowing faintly in the dim light of the cave.

  The goblin’s red eyes burned with a mix of curiosity and greed, and his patchwork robe swished dramatically as he leaned in closer.

  “Ah, finally you’re awake!” the yellow goblin—Glint—said, his voice high-pitched and nasally.

  “Good, good. Now, let’s get down to business.”

  Sora blinked, his golden eyes narrowing as he tried to process what was happening. He was tied up, his wings bound tightly to his sides, and his talons secured with thick ropes.

  The cave around him was filled with stolen trinkets and mismatched furniture, and the trio of goblins—Snaggle, Grizzle, and Nibbles—stood nearby, their tiny brains buzzing with excitement.

  Glint cleared his throat, his monocle glinting in the torchlight. “You, bird thing, lay golden eggs. Right now.”

  Sora stared at him, his mind racing. He opened his beak to respond, but all that came out was a series of chirps and squawks. He couldn’t speak their language—or hear their language, for that matter. But then, something strange happened.

  The goblin’s words, which had previously been incomprehensible, suddenly twisted and shifted in his mind. It was as if a veil had been lifted, and he could understand them—sort of. The words were still garbled and strange, but he could grasp their meaning.

  "Do you not hear what I said lay eggs now."

  You… want me to lay golden eggs? Sora thought, his confusion growing. I’m not even a bird that lays eggs!

  Glint, oblivious to Sora’s internal struggle, tapped his staff impatiently against the ground.

  “Well? What are you waiting for? Lay the eggs!”

  Sora let out a frustrated chirp, his golden feathers ruffling as he struggled against the ropes. I can’t lay eggs! I’m a harpy, not a chicken!

  Glint’s monocle slipped slightly as he frowned. “What’s it saying? Is it refusing? Snaggle, translate!”

  Snaggle, his crooked nose twitching nervously, stepped forward. “Uh… boss, I think it say… it no lay eggs.”

  Glint’s face turned an even brighter shade of yellow as he let out a shrill scream. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT DOESN’T LAY EGGS? IT’S A BIRD THING! ALL BIRD THINGS LAY EGGS!”

  Grizzle grunted, his scowl deepening. “Maybe… bird thing broken?”

  Nibbles, chewing on his fingernails, nodded. “Yes… maybe we fix it?”

  Glint threw his hands in the air, his robe swishing dramatically. “FIX IT? HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO FIX IT? IT’S A BIRD THING, NOT A MACHINE!”

  Sora, still tied up, let out a soft chirp of exasperation. I’m not broken! I’m just not an egg-laying bird!

  But the goblins, of course, couldn’t understand him. They huddled together, their tiny brains buzzing with new ideas.

  “Maybe… we make it lay eggs,” Snaggle suggested, his crooked nose twitching with excitement.

  “Yes! We… uh… shake it!” Grizzle growled, his scowl deepening.

  Nibbles, chewing on his fingernails, nodded. “Or… we feed it shiny things. Make it lay shiny eggs.”

  Glint’s eyes lit up with inspiration. “Yes! Shiny things! Goblins, gather all the shiny things! We make bird thing lay eggs!”

  The trio scrambled to obey, their movements clumsy but determined. They began piling shiny trinkets—bits of metal, glass, and even a few gold coins—in front of Sora, their tiny brains buzzing with excitement.

  Sora stared at the pile of junk, his golden eyes narrowing in disbelief. What… what are you doing?

  Glint leaned in closer, his monocle glinting in the torchlight. “There! Shiny things! Now lay eggs!”

  Sora let out a frustrated chirp, his golden feathers ruffling as he struggled against the ropes. I can’t lay eggs! And even if I could, they wouldn’t be golden!

  But the goblins, of course, didn’t understand. They stood back, their tiny brains buzzing with anticipation as they waited for the "eggs" to appear.

  The being, watching from its swirling bean bag, burst out laughing again. “Oh, this is priceless! They think he’s some kind of golden goose!"

  The being wiped away another tear—a tiny black hole that vanished into the ether—and leaned back, its form rippling with amusement. “This is going to be even more entertaining than I thought.”

  Back in the cave, Sora let out a soft sigh, his golden eyes closing in exasperation. This was going to be a long night.