“What are they all looking at, mama?” asked Nala.
“They’re worshipping the penis, darling,” answered her mother.
“Is that why we have little to no screen time, barely any narrative significance, and shit-all to say?”
“Yes, sweetheart. Yes.”
Ariel sat next to the prince and took a deep sigh.
“So, look, I’m not giving up my voice,” she said.
“But why?” he asked, confused. “We could have a happy life together. You, me, and your silence.”
Ariel raised her eyebrows: “Do you see me?! I’m a motherfucking mermaid! I don’t need you!”