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A large throng of people gathered and gawked at Ramoth as he made a scene.

“Cock of a camel! Get your hands off of me!”

“Please, lord,” Kojo begged, “let’s just get our credentials and everything will be alright.”

Ramoth then yelled at the whole room. “You’d think at least some of you hyena’s asses

would know who the fuck I am! You wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for me. Me, Ramoth!”

The crowd laughed mockingly.

“Put him in jail,” said the bureaucrat.

The soldiers dragged Ramoth away kicking and screaming.

“Get off me! I’m an important man! Let me go!”

His insults were heard in the distance long after he was gone.

“I’ll cut off your balls for doing this to me! I am the hero of Rabat!”
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Ramoth’s face was frozen in anger as he sat in a jail cell— GoGo’s jail cell. Judar’s voice rang in

his head, “The future belongs to no man . . . and may yet bend us over like whores in the night.”

The cell door opened and Judar Pasha stood there with a smirk on his face trying to restrain

his laughter.

“The pen is truly mightier than the sword!” he said.

Looking at Ramoth’s expression, Judar couldn’t contain his laughter. Ramoth was not

amused. He got up from the filthy floor and walked past him, a twisted grimace branded into his

face. Judar got a whiff of him.

“Ugh! What is that smell?” Judar said.

“I shit my pants,” Ramoth said and kept walking.

Judar howled. “From barbarians to bureaucrats!” Judar couldn’t remember the last time

he’d laughed so hard . . . if ever.

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GoGo, wearing a hood and cloak, followed Daka solemnly through the large rock tunnels. The

great natural beauty of the secret caves was awe-inspiring. Huge stalactites of red quartz hung