Jinn bounced through the stone halls of the Demon Castle, yawning. Or at least, whatever the slime version of yawning was.
"Being a pet is exhausting. How am I tired when I don't even sleep?"
A goblin butler bowed as he passed.
"Good morning, Slime Lord #42."
"Please stop calling me that... I'm just a moist intern."
He tried bouncing onto a stool in the main hall. Instead, he flopped and slid off.
SPLOP!
"Still no legs. Still tragic."