[Princess got her letter back, and she naturally, decided to whine about it. But before she did that, presents! She held one of the packages in her hands, picking up the phone in the meantime.]

Who does that fat oaf think he is? Me, die alone and unloved? Does he even remember who I am? Hmph! Besides, I know for a fact that my Daddy loves me, and he always will.

At least he left me presents this time. [Wait for it.

Waaait for it.

Enjoy that high-pitched scream, Mayfield.]