After everyone got thrown in the pot, Poppy goes Grey, and Poppy only. Everyone else remains colourful. Everything is silent, all that can be heard is the sobs of Poppy. Time passed, they didnt know what to do. Not even Branch. Eventually, the pot opened and Chef's head peaked in. "Wait Chef, shouldn't we wait for Lady Glitter Sparkles?" King Gristle asked. "Oh you're absolutely right sire. Now everyone! There will be no trolls until the King's plus 1 arrives." Chef announced. The bergens started complaining. "Unless..." Chef started. "Unless what?" Gristle curiously asked. "Unless she doesn't come at all, but thats crazy talk, who wouldn't wanna be with you?" Chef continued. Gristle then looked at the Bergens who were complaining. "Yeah... Maybe we should start." Gristle said depressingly. Chef then reached in to Grab Poppy and placed her in Gristle's hand. Gristle noticed that she was grey and was crying. "Chef, why is she grey?" Gristle asked. "I... I don't know sire, she... she's supposed to be the happiest troll ever born." Chef stammered. "Well she isn't. You, Princess, why are you sad, what happened to you?" Gristle asked the disheartened troll. Poppy looked up at Gristle with tears running down her face and sad eyes. "Why? Why do you guys eat us? What did we do to you? Why can't we be friends? Why your dinner?" She said before sobbing again. "We think you guys deserve to be happy, but... Do you think we deserve to be eaten? Why? What wrong doing have we done to you people?" She continued. "Shut up pinky. Just get eaten already." Chef snapped. Poppy didn't reply. All she could do is sob. The trolls in the pot watched in horror. "If you guys are that evil, then just go ahead and eat me. Put me out of my misery" Poppy said still crying. The trolls in the pot gasped. Gristle on the other hand, was in shock. He never thought about it like that. The trolls didn't deserve to be eaten. They deserved to be the bergen's friends. Not their dinner. It was only now that Gristle realised that the trolls, they were just like the bergens. They had feelings, and on a rare occasion, they could been just as sad as a bergen. He put the sad Troll back in the pot. "No! We will not eat them. Guards lock up Chef! And tell the maid to set them free!" Gristle demanded. "Sire! You can't!" Chef said in surprise. "I am the king! And I say that those trolls deserve to live!" Gristle said bravely.