[lord farquaad is trans male]
"hey, farquaad. it's OK" Priscilla soothed her dear boyfriend. "it doesn't matter what anyone else says, you will always be a man no matter what"
lord farquaad was currently in the middle of a mental breakdown. He is transgender, and with that comes body dysphoria. and let me just say, dysphoria is a lil' bitch that don't care for no one.
"i just hate my body so fucking much. why do i have to have thees stupid boobs?!" he screamed into her shoulder.
"i know, i know" she rubbed her hand up and down his back, trying to calm him down.
eventually, lord farquaad did manage to slow his racing heart and steady his shaky breaths. he thanked his beautiful girlfriend and the two of them got dressed. before they knew it they where smiling and laughing while racing on horses.
"hey, i have an idea" Priscilla called out. farquaad turned to look at her signalling for her to continue. "let rob a bank!"
and rob a bank they did. with loaded guns and carefully placed bombs, the power couple walked into the royal bank like they owned the place.
"alright!" farquaad yelled, firing a few shots into the ceiling to be sure he had everyone's full attention. "i want everyone against that wall, hands behind your heads" he pointed to the wall opposite of them and watched with glee as the panicked to follow orders.
"and if anyone even dares to call jabeebus crisp, i won't hesitate to suck your dick, bitch!" Priscilla threatened.
farqua d guarded the entrance while his big titty gf grabbed a worker and ordered them to open the vault and fill the bags with cash. before long, the duo were running out with bags of cash and riding off into the sunset.
