Dammit, Ea-nāṣir!
Ea-nāṣir: “Ah a complaint! Another fine addition to my collection.”
Ea-nāṣir doesn’t even need the money. He’s filthy rich. He’s got the ear of the god-king. He just loves the thrill of scamming people with total invulnerability, that fuck.
HE CAN’T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH IT
I’m so angry I’m going to spend hours angrily inscribing a clay tablet telling Ea-nāṣir know how angry I am.
Damn and I wrote a complaint letter about this back in 1750 B.C.E. Too oh well guess I have to write another:
When you came, you said to me as follows: ‘I will give Gimil-Sin (when he comes) fine quality copper ingots.’ You left then, but you did not do what you promised me. You put ingots which were not good before my messenger…
Im leaving a bad review >:c
Like anyone’s going to care about that in 3,700 years.
Imagine handing out shitty stuff on Halloween and becoming a fucking meme thousand years later
AND, the one giving the candy out was very rude to my children!
