Is it ready?
Very fresh. Very strong, sire. [the Emperor consumes the liquid and lumbers over to the mirror] Oh, it will make you young again, sire.
Young! Young! Yes, young! [sees his hand withering again; furiously] You fraud! [throws the essence bottle to the ground]
Wait! Please, sire!
LIAR! [storms off] Slave squeezer...!
It always worked better when we used Gelflings...