Everyone has a stake at royalty. I very recently discovered Royalty at Takut-Takut, that garbage dump where, to quote a dreaded poet-aristocrat's line, my kind breeds like rats. He happened to be a prince, maybe a little god. And I'm buckling, because in history's configuration, if I dare configure, he will make a slave out of me, if I wasn't already.

Already, he made me clean the latrine and then fired me.