But even as you laugh and feast and trade stories, you cannot truly feel their joy. For you have a duty to complete, for the sake of your people, and every hour that passes without a sacrifice is one wasted.
Suddenly, inspiration strikes you.
You turn to your slave and ask him if he’s a virgin.
He responds.
AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!
You ask him again.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!
It seems this dialogue is getting nowhere.
Life or death for your nigger slave?
