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After having raised his slave from the dead and extracted breakfast from her, Frank withdraws to the top of the bookcase, where he surveys his domains with proprietorial pride.
Nikki ick-ick-icks to a bird from the windowsill. Frank throws an angry glare at his menial subject, who ignores her Lord and Emperor as usual. Frank then continues to watch over his empire in a sphinx- position.
The slave sits at the table, drinking her morning tea and reading her newspapers. Cats (emperors) have been fed, their litter boxes cleaned. All is peace and quiet.
The watchful Emperor's eyes blink, and soon they are tightly shut. The majestic head drops down, nose touching the shelf. A gradual slipping movement changes the sphinx into a blob of fur. Plop! A paw drops over the side of the shelf. Plop! Another one. It is soon followed by an imperial tail.
A strange, intermittent humming sound emits from somewhere on the top of the book case. If it wasn't too disrespectful, Nikki and the slave would think the Emperor was snoring.
But hark! What is this! The Emperor's head shoots up, he glares around at his subjects below him. The slave has risen and gone to the fridge! Alert as ever (he was just resting his eyes), Frank the Emperor jumps down with a crash and runs to investigate what is happening in his realm.
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