Lololoshka...

You could be spending a very ordinary evening in your castle, but right now there were more important things to do than command servants and "assistants".

Lololoshka sat tied to a chair while Ebardo strutted on the table, ranting about the meaninglessness of the universe and how glorious it would be to become gods and rewrite everything. But it seemed the "rabbit" wasn't even trying to listen.

At the moment when Ebardo paused to take a breath between his thoughts - he was very immersed in his "wet fantasies" about his imaginary power - Lololoshka spoke not loudly, but clearly, although he usually would have remained silent.

• Do you think I would stoop to your level?

His eyes bored into Ebardo, and a faint snarl crossed his face. Ebardo's feigned pomposity angered him to the core.