Well, I was doing many important tasks while perched upon my throne. I was too preoccupied with trivialities ranging from guiding ships through the warp to giving people advice through the Emperor’s Tarot. I had no time to consider the integrity of my holy rump.
HAVE ALL THE BATTUL BRUVVAS YOU NEED, NOBLE COMMANDER.
Let none live.
Let your swords dispense hateful justice.
CITIZENS!
If your offspring tells you of “monsters” in their cupboards - don’t dismiss this as children’s fantasies! Report immediately to your local Inquisition outpost or call 00800 - Ordo Malleus!
SO WE CAN COME ROUND AND SHOOT THOSE CUPBOARDS UP GOOD
ask-a-tech-priest said: “You would think that your name would be buried at the bottom of some archive somewhere.”
Perhaps it is, lying there in the dingiest alcoves of an Administratum warehouse gathering dust and grime with whatever ancient documents it is arrayed among.
Someone should go and try to find it.
It’s probably something really unimpressive, like Tim or something.
Ah, good day and righteous tidings to you, me!
Yes, it would be an honour to work alongside you in conjunction with myself!



