yes, master.
yes, master, and we caught them, him and me.
i don't like snakes. i remember the one cleopatra used. cute little rascal until it flicked out that red tongue, and those two sharp fangs. you'd never think such a little thing packed such a big wallop.
hurt her? hell, it killed her!
we had lots of snakes in my ancient egypt. slimy, slinky things.
when i was alive, they were the things nightmares were made of.
he wants us.
what do you suppose for?
did you do something to get us into trouble again?
did you howl off-key at the moon again?
i can't remember doing anything wrong either.
we better go before we make him mad.
we are your servants, master.
have we in some way made you angry, master?
we don't know of anything, master.
it's not often an emperor like you calls on creatures like us.
aaaahhhh.
then it is some service you desire of us.
there are one or two which should complement the night's entertainment, master
yes, sir, master.
i could make her another cleopatra.
without the snake, of course.