She peered over the edge at the valley below and though the smoke obstructed much of the view, she was hit by a wave of odor that carried probably too much information about the delights and horrors of the horde’s camp below.

The Horde encampment socialized as dinner cooked in their cauldron. Little did they suspect that Myra, the Dwarven Warrior Queen, was planning her attack.

from his hiding place at the edge of the wood, the dwarf-king erick looked down at the goblin camp where the four ruffians looked over the cauldron at each other: the shirtless ulaf laughing quietly to himself behind his hand; the pantsless alan with a spear and licking his ale-soaked teeth; the unnamed child-goblin in its pajamas and holding a broom, bristles up; and closest to erick with his back to him, the pitiless chieftain Ork with a tankard of ale in one hand and a swamp rat on a stick in the other.

The Gnome King stood on the ledge, watching below as the Ogre Clan feasted and celebrated around their ceremony cauldron.

The family Shrek had no regard for the king. They drank their soup straight from the cauldron, in public, in broad daylight

The three green aliens, who were guests of honor in the heavenly royal court, slurped happily away at a large vat of chocolate milk, while two court maidens whispered with glee, "they don't know that the secret ingredient is goat menstrual blood!" The King looked on from his sky perch, impassive.