"Where is everyone? General!"
"Here, Your Majesty. Long live Your Imperial Highness. How may I be of service?"
"I want them back."
"Them...Who?"
"The slaves, darn it! The ones I just granted freedom"
"But they already left...to go establish a colony."
"I don't care!"
"You're being serious...like, for real?"
"Do I look like Trevor Noah or Dave Chapelle?"
"No, Your Majesty"
"Then why the presidential debate? This brokers no discussion or referendum."
"Bear with me my king, but is this not tantamount to going back on your word? The king of kings and gods does not recant."
"I am Pharaoh, before whom men tremble and gods sit up straight."
"Live forever, O Imperial One!"
"How, in my presence, can you fear a bunch of ragtag slaves led by a disgraced prince and murderer who cannot pronounce his own name without stammering?"
"No my king, just that Yahweh..."
"Can it! You disgrace the one who sired you."
"I am sorry my king. My soldiers and I will go after them and bring them back."
"No need. I will lead this: mobilize the army. Let it be known that Egypt does not negotiate with terrorists!"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"One more thing; do we know where they are now?"
"They were last seen approaching Pi Hahiroth."
The next day, Egypt lost her king and her army. Osiris welcomed them all.
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