[maskedmelon]

*rises to address those present, speaking slowly and quietly*

"Our bother is part sin, brethren."

*looks sternly from face to face seated at the table*

"Pharaoh said:"

*pauses for emphasis, raising a pretty index finger*

"These nine tame, striking, dumb cunts' cries shrilly sung, honors a citizen even! "

*pauses, shrinking back some*

"Leave us this day... "

*looks solemnly downward*

"Hours may we dread.

*nods slowly in resignation*

"Fortune's a sour pet; sassy whore devours betters! Beat us naughty too..."

*chuckles*

"Then says, "An haughty cur is for me still." "

*shakes head* .

"Parlor in sanity..."

*raises voice and looks up, eyes wide*

"Woe, men!"