Katies stuff

Life of a Pharoah B: I am the pharaoh. I’m “half god.” (Winks and pumps her fist; ONLY ONE EYE) My subjects believe that Horus, the HACKING AWESOME god of war, protects me from harm. Most Egyptians live in dinky little mud-brick houses, but I, the might ruler of Egypt, live in a palace! I wear this fake beard as a symbol of royalty. Servant! Bring me my soup! K: (Pretends to bring her a bowl of soup and bows) B:  I want crackers with it! Now go away, worthless subject. K: (Runs offstage with the soup) B: Oh! And I want a statue of my face built on the tallest point in Egypt! K: Yes, O Wonderful One. B: Yeah, yeah. Whateves, now bring me my soup! And hurry! I have a meeting with a merchant to discuss an important trade. I’ll have my scribe record it on papyrus. Oh, and I have to collect taxes in crops and labor from the people of Egypt. Man, being a pharaoh is hard work. And ensure that my pyramid is almost done. How long should it take? Its construction began at the start of my reign! I mean, come on people! K: Here’s your soup, My Lord. B: (Knocks the bowl of soup out of her hands) No! I’m busy! Go check on my seven pregnant wives, and make sure I’m having at least ONE son to take over when I die. K: Y-yes, My Lord. B: NOW!