Emperor
Is it ready?
Scientist
Very fresh. Very strong, sire. [the Emperor consumes the liquid and lumbers over to the mirror] Oh, it will make you young again, sire.
Emperor
[Emperor's face revitalizes. He studies his hands in awe and bursts into triumphant laughter]
Young! Young! Yes, young! [sees his hand withering again; furiously] You fraud! [throws the essence bottle to the ground]
Scientist
[backing away in terror]
Wait! Please, sire!
Emperor
[angrily brushes the bottles off the Scientist's desk]
LIAR! [storms off] Slave squeezer...!
Scientist
[through labored breaths]
It always worked better when we used Gelflings...
