slave! I need you!
yes, lord Anubis. how may I serve you?
it's my palace! look at it!
lord?
can't you see? it's decrepit! totally unfit for a god such as myself!
but lord, you just hosted a mammoth party for our great pharaoh, and he was so impressed!
he was?
and remember: you are the god of the dead! your palace should reflect some amount of. . . shall I say. . . decay? even. . . rot?
hmmm. you really think so?
I do, lord! it's you! it's so very you!
well, if it's me.
how about if I prepare a nice glass of embalming fluid for you, lord.
yes, that may help calm me.
I'll fetch your favorite mummy too.
oh good. her wrapping's not too tight, is it?
no, lord.
I do so love unraveling her. it's reaching that last layer. it makes me just. . . tingle with anticipation.
how exciting for you, lord.