Thread:Mooagain/@comment-33281350-20181115161021/@comment-33281350-20181127133446

'''Karp, no longer caring about secrecy, dumps a pile of gold on the voting table. The guard counting the votes nods, and grabs an axe. '''

The Lord comes down to see the final show.

"Well, you did it. Looks like I was wrong to doubt you."

The guard gives Karp the axe.

"You know what to do."