"Of course I did," he said, as though it was not at all a big deal.

"What!?" Nala exclaimed, livid. If she had been smaller, she would have reared up, but in her current condition, her reflexive jump just manifested as waves of jiggling fat. "H-how could you make me do that to my best friend!?"

"I had to do it," Scar replied. "I needed to see if you would put your needs above the needs of those closest to you." Nala opened her mouth to protest, but Scar continued before she could say anything. "And let me say that you did beatifully, my dear. You manipulated Simba by pretending that you were thinking of the greater good. It was a selfish, despicable thing to do, and I could not be more proud of you. You got rid of the final obstacle between me and the throne, so you'll be able to eat as much as you like from now on. Because I am the king of the Pridelands now, Nala, and I would be honored if you would be my queen. You've absolutely earned it."