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| You have...destroyed my country. I must ask that you give control of the royal court back to me. | |
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| 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. | |
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| Father it pains me to have lock you up. However the missionaries fear that you will rattle up the islanders. | |
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| Son this country needs me. Under the control of the missionaries our country has been destroyed. | |
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| He is dead. I have hung his flaming carcass out for the islanders to know. They will know fear. | |
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| 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. | |
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