I prefer the term ‘ arbiter. ‘

Hm …

You mongrels have certainly grown bolder … How irritating. Rats should scurry away in the shadows when gazed upon.

Are you perhaps waiting for something, dear queen …?

I JUST gave you five thousand.

Simply being human does not make one a mongrel, although, I can understand the confusion.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY QUE SERAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA …..

How many times must I remind you that the funds necessary to make my kingdom function come directly from my vault ? You’ve never had to spend a dime for Eridu a day in your life.

Well … are you not ? You spent the last boon I had delivered to you on scams, and on ice creams.

Your priests and priestesses are funded by me. The sweet treat had not yet dried from their chins, that they came running to genuflect and confess to your decisions.

I have always been upfront and honest with you ; the only decision I won’t leave in your hands is our union. I am more than happy to bow, and oblige your every whim otherwise.

More often than not ; somebody clad in the skin of Man, but not quite distinguished from an animal in terms of mental capacity. Of course, there is a wide spectrum of mongrelitude, ranging from ‘ Worms’ to ‘ filthy mutts. ‘

FUWHAHAHAHA —- ! My heart is not so fickle as to be swayed by such minute changes, dearest Pharaoh. When I behold you—- when I bless upon you my eternal love— it is entirely, without shying away from a single portion of commitment. Any facet of yours, is mine to treasure.

Your right to lay claim to whatever of mine which you fancy remains a constant. Physical treasures, or those of the emotional kind—- everything in my garden is yours to taste.

Could that ever be questioned ? To fall for any other than the mighty Gilgamesh is the same as dropping to your knees to pick up blades of grass but not flowers … Nevertheless, I am interested in learning about / you / with more depth.

H ‘ oh …? Yet, the only imbecile I see is wielding her clumsy tongue as dangerously as a penguin would a blade …