text: Ashes plays in the backgroud
  Sister, youre looking very well.
  Hello, Papa.
   Leave us... Now!
  Papa Nil, I hope you’re not as unwell as they say.
  If I were unwell, could I do this?
  Papa Nil takes a deep breath, makes strangled goose sound on the saxophone
  Because I want you to be able to hear what Im saying.
  Papa, I would like to congratulate you on the fine work your progeny have been doing. Especially that of your youngest, for his winning of that most beloved of golden calves: The Grammy!
  Thank you, Sister. Im...
  I cannot. No, I cannot. Because you see Papa, it’s not enough. Maybe if youre oldest son had won 10 years ago, we would have something to celebrate. But, no... Not now.
  We need someone new... A firm leader, with youth... charisma...
  We need someone... new... A firm leader... with youth... and stamina... and sexual charisma... Someone more like.. Well you... But in your prime...
  Lots of heavy breathing, sexual tension, and sexy eye contact
  Yes... Yes...
  Yes... Like that...
  Yes... Yes... Yes...
  N-not here. Not now. Not like this. Were going to need some new blood.
  Sigh
  Someone slightly younger, and hes going to need your help.
  Knock Knock Knock Knock
  Ah! Hes here!
  Pro Memoria starts playing in the background