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The tiny Prince and his Katamari appear again, this time upon a barstool. The Prince listens again, intent.

Since you had such a lovely time when last you visited this establishment, We decided, in all Our majesty, to allow you to return for a second engagement. Roll wisely, puny Prince.

Then, he pushes his Katamari up onto the Bar and scoots along, collecting so many of the interesting things that make Milliways so... well, interesting.

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Firefly looks down as the Prince scoops up his coaster.

"Quick, someone find me a third person so I can tell which one of us is the wrong size."

The Prince slows the Katamari down (problematic, due to the balance issues created by adding a large flat object like a drink coaster to the mass) and smiles cheerily at Firefly. "I believe that both of us are in fact our proper sizes, sir!"

"Is that so? Maybe you should eat more. You've certainly got enough on that ball of yours."

Firefly tries to pick an after-dinner mint off the katamari but finds it remarkably difficult.

The Prince frowns at the attempt to take things off his Katamari. "I would not advise that! You might get caught in the Katamari and then my father would have to turn you into a star!" He's sure that the strange man would be returned to the bar once the star was complete, that's what seemed to happen to everything else he had ever rolled up...

"Well, I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I'm already quite the celebrity back in Freedonia. Pretty much everyone wants to get their hands on me. Who's your father, anyway? Tom Thumb?"

The Prince is slightly indignant! "My father is the King of All Cosmos! But most people here haven't heard of him. Which is surprising, I think. He is a King, after all!"

"Oh, a king, eh? I know a couple of kings. Where is he from again? He's not the one with the moustache, is he? The big grey one? That guy was no fun at all. I don't think I'm invited back to his country."

The Prince is impressed! "Why yes, my Father DOES have quite an impressive moustache! And he is rather large and grey... My goodness! Why would he not allow you to visit the Cosmos?"

"The Cosmos, eh? Doesn't ring a bell. Don't know if I've ever been. Come to think of it, there are a lot of Kings with big grey moustaches. Might not be the same guy. Plus I don't remember any midgets with little balls before. Does that run in your family?"

The Prince is indignant again. "One day, I will be big and strong like my father! I grew a whole three centimeters the last time I visited Earth!"

Midget? The Prince is downright miniscule.

"Well, I guess coasters are better for you than anything else you can pick up in a bar. You're probably too young for that anyway. Three centimeters, huh? What's that in English?"

"Three centimeters in English?" The Prince thinks. "It's... Three centimeters, isn't it? They say it different in Polish or in Thai or in Arabic, but in English it's 'Three centimeters'."

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