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"Do you know who I am?" she repeated.
"The druids bowed before me. The Gods fled from me in terror. And you," she waved contemptuously, "you don't even know who I am."
"Er, who do you think you are?" one of her co-workers asked.
"I was a Goddess. Now, now I am the High Priestess of the Till!"
She waited for their awe and adoration. All she got was stunned silence.
That and some nice young men who took her to a quiet home with a large garden, and lessons in basket weaving.
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Madness Chronicles 2: Second Story
"What are they going to do without me?" he asked. He sat on the floor with a bottle of tea near at hand. "They never stopped. Come help us move this. Do you know where this or that box is? Come help us up front. Go do something on the floor. Phone line such and such is for you. Call so and so," he ranted.
"They never left me alone! They never appreciated me!"
The High Priestess nodded sagely, as did the Cat Queen.
"I know the felling," the Priestess said.
"They gave me no appreciation. They gave no care to me. They did not care that I'm the High Priest of Delivery. So I reminded them."
"Ah," the High Priestess of the Till sighed. "I had to do the same thing."
"They still didn't care," he groused. "But the nice young men in Stafford coats cared. They listened very attentively to me as they brought me here," he finished, waving his free hand over the large house, the equally large garden, and the basket weavings.
The Cat Queen looked up and spoke. "They're very nice, but remember, don't take any of the pills they give out. Those pills take all the fun out of life."
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