I asked him how the death toll was lately. Anubis just barked.
Well. That's what *I* get for trying to hold a conversation with a farking DOG.
Do me a favour, boy. Ask Osiris how long he expects me to stay in this dump (he's so hard to get an appointment with-fucker). Frankly, I'm getting just a little fed up. This place is filthy, the food's horrible, and I tire of these fucking Arabian carpets.
There'll be another camel bone in it for you, if you help me out!