You have...destroyed my country. I must ask that you give control of the royal court back to me.
We have gone to war with your neighbors. We have used up all your supplies of love. We have appointed your son the head of our prison system.
Father it pains me to have lock you up. However the missionaries fear that you will rattle up the islanders.
Son this country needs me. Under the control of the missionaries our country has been destroyed.
He is dead. I have hung his flaming carcass out for the islanders to know. They will know fear.
Now that the love supply has been destroyed. I leave the country to you. You were loyal to us in your time of need. You must rule the way your father never could.
