"Men are born free, but everywhere they are in chains."
I believe it was Rousseau who said that.
Well now, thankfully, they are born in chains, and then they get more chains chained to their existing chains. I believe it was me who said that. In fact, I just said that the other day. It was last Wednesday, to be more precise, right after I had finished up my mid-morning, apricot infused mudbath laced with peat moss and volcanic ash imported from a region of my empire once known as Romania. I was boarding my Imperial Sky-Cruiser, en route to a progress inspection of a new laser-cannon weapon I've intended to use on my enemies in Switzerland. I seem to spout off the most profound of insights when I'm pleasantly rejuvenated. Anywho, the point is that mankind, overall, is quite savage and in need of taming. Humans need and should be ruled with an iron fist (or in my case, a freshly moisturized one). I see my subjects as potentially dangerous, mentally disabled little sheep and myself as their brave and exalted shepherd. The problem is, is that the pasture is located on the edge of a very tall cliff. And, sometimes, the shepherd needs to leave to use the bathroom, or take a nap, or watch his favorite television programs. So, they are chained down for their own good, lest they find themselves in perilous free-fall. Also, when they're loose they tend to dirty up the grass, and after all, the pasture is in my backyard, and I like to keep my yard tidy.
I believe future historians will rank me as the greatest, most important, and most powerful man to have ever lived. At least they had better, or else I will have them beheaded, since I plan on becoming immortal, once Darclord finishes developing the technology necessary to transplant my head onto an artificial and ageless synthetic body.
-Emperor Sean Sharkmann.
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