"I'm the most beautiful! There's a reason why I am the most popular dancer—"

Alibaba stares, transfixed as Morgiana bites her cheek in a deep out. "That means nothing. Do you know how many buildings I have jumped out of with Alibaba in my arms? It'sdestiny."

Elizabeth sneers, her long, crooked nose turning skyward. "What does a little girl like you know of destiny? I am meant to be his queen!"

Alibaba wonders when they started talking about being his queen.

"… Girls, I don't even have a country y—"

"I've already been offered a chance to be someone else's queen, once!"

"Um, wait, what are you saying, Mor—"

"I have a dozen kings asking for me, the Great Dancer Elizabeth!"

Alibaba's head hurts.

"Maybe," Aladdin says, lifting his face from the huge set of tits it's buried in, "if you stopped giving away countries, this wouldn't happen."

He's grateful, at least, to wake up and realize it was all a dream (even if it is still a rather realistic interpretation of his life, and Alibaba knows now he needs to make some serious changes).