|You said it,|
|And if you don't want us to devour your soul, you'd better give the pharoh the proper mummification he deserves !|
|Why are you so angry, Mister Turtle ?|
|Because he... he ate all the carrots for our snack !|
|Oh ! That's very mean of you, Madam !|
|He is a|
|Mercy, kind demons !|
I will do anything
you want !
eat me !
|And we'll be watching you the whole time, so you'd better do it right, got it ?|
|I'll go get|
my surgical instruments.
|Why do all men seem to fancy wearing skirts|
these days ?
|It is a|
|Fine. I'll start by extracting|
His Highness' brains
through his nose.
|After several hours of very applicated mummification that the author won't be illustrating to prevent any affront to public decency...|
|There ! The pharaoh is well|
and ready for his final journey
to the Realm of the Dead !
|Is it over|