*"Ashes" plays in the backgroud*

[Papa Nil]
Sister, you're looking very well.

[Sister Imperator]
Hello, Papa.
(To the Baby Demon Twins) Leave us... Now!

[Sister Imperator]
Papa Nil, I hope you’re not as unwell as they say.

[Papa Nil]
If I were unwell, could I do this?

*Papa Nil takes a deep breath, makes strangled goose sound on the saxophone*

[Sister Imperator]
Because I want you to be able to hear what I'm saying.

Papa, I would like to congratulate you on the fine work your progeny have been doing. Especially that of your youngest, for his winning of that most beloved of golden calves: The Grammy!

[Papa Nil]
Thank you, Sister. I'm...

[Sister Imperator]
I cannot. No, I cannot. Because you see Papa, it’s not enough. Maybe if you're oldest son had won 10 years ago, we would have something to celebrate. But, no... Not now.
We need someone new... A firm leader, with youth... charisma...

[Young Sexy Sister Imperator]
We need someone... new... A firm leader... with youth... and stamina... and sexual charisma... Someone more like.. Well you... But in your prime...

*Lots of heavy breathing, sexual tension, and sexy eye contact*

[Young Sexy Papa Nil]
Yes... Yes...

[Young Sexy Sister Imperator]
Yes... Like that...

[Papa Nil]
Yes... Yes... Yes...

[Sister Imperator]
N-not here. Not now. Not like this. We're going to need some new blood.

*Sigh*

Someone slightly younger, and he's going to need your help.

*Knock Knock Knock Knock*

[Sister Imperator]
Ah! He's here!
*"Pro Memoria" starts playing in the background*