Shreak -

"I’m not a hero," Shrek growled, his voice low. "I’m an ogre. I’m supposed to be feared, not... marketed ."

Shrek knew what he had to do. He didn't need a sword or a dragon this time—he needed to be his most "unpleasant" self. shreak

He walked out to the edge of his property, where the first wagon of tourists had just arrived. A man in a velvet vest stepped out. "Oh look! The authentic ogre experience! Do the roar, big guy!" "I’m not a hero," Shrek growled, his voice low

stepped out from the kitchen, wiping her hands on an apron. "It’s a bit much, isn’t it? I just tried to pick some nightshade and a little girl asked me for a selfie." "I’m not a hero