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You scum sit there in your expensive barges. Your children are all getting off on the life, praying to their little house gods. You think you're masters of this life. You think, if you have stockpiles of fish and oil, then you have a right to it.
We're talking about basic calculations: if you hand over the grain quota, there'd be five times more pyramids built. These workers came here as volunteers, and they're dying so you can get get embalmed in tombs of rich sandstone. These are somebody's fucking fathers. Somebody's sons.
HEDNAKHT! AMENHOTEP! WHERE'S THE FUCKING FISH?