Patience in its Excess prt 3Even more centuries and generations later...
Peon III: "Hello sir. How goes their war up above?"
OverLord III: "Oh I can't wait for them to finish their first world war."
Peon III: "Actually, this is their second."
OL III: "Second, right. My bad. What year is it for them?"
Peon III: "Sometime in 1945, early August. The nation of Germany was defeated sometime ago technically and practically speaking but Japan is still fighting, barely."
OL III: "Well once these Japanese humans are overrun by their American human cousins, then we can strike."
Peon III: *snorts, snickers* "About 14 million years from now."
OL III: "What was that?"
Peon III: "Look, I'll be honest with you, and make all the cracks you want just like the others; unlike most of my other grandfathers, I took a degree in liberal studies with emphasis on human history as well as ours. Funny as it is, there wasn't much for the latter."
OL III: "How so? Frankly, I'm a little peeved at such a suggestion." *clenchi
Patience in its Excess prt 2Several hundred years and many generations later.
Peon II: "Good morning your greatness"
OL II: "And a fine day to you as well."
Peon II: "Quite indeed, and I have a great idea for our potential conquest, and I got it from this Spaniard who just kicked the behinds of these Aztecs and whatnot some time ago!"
OL II: "Aztecs? Were they not under the dominion of the...the uh...Greys or the Reptilians?"
Peon II: "What??! Of course not! If they were then those guys would probably have something better than slings, arrows and feather armor to fight those other guys who were wielding muskets, horses and metal armor and whatnot!"
OL II: "Guess you have a point. I suppose it's kind of is asinine to suggest such a thing."
Peon II: "Anyway, this guy, Cortez, and his gang of Conquistadors who numbered in the...the..." *turns around behind him and calls out* "Hey Joe!"
Peon II: "How many tin can humans you said that invaded that big place called Tenichitatlia?"
Joe: "Hundreds at the lea
Patience in its Excess prt 1"Good afternoon overlord." An exhausted bipedal creature said to a well-dressed being.
"Ah, good afternoon peon. I heard that you wanted some explanation about our plans to take over the Earth?" The Overlord said in a deep, but cheerful voice overshadowed by its mechanical re-breather.
"Yeah, about that...are we actually going to do it?" The Peon asked, expecting a reasonable response.
"What kind of a silly question is that? Of course we are!" Exclaimed the Overlord
"Well, that's the kind of response that my grandfather received from your grandfather..."
"Wait, he told you about it?" The Overlord queried with shocked disbelief.
The Peon groaned out, "He complained about it daily."
An odd silence filled the room before the Overlord said, "That's weird, neither my father nor grandfather ever talked about that. I wonder why they didn't do it back then?"
Peon: "I'm pretty sure they have an ingenious reason for that. Anyway, right now the humans are flaying their own skin amidst a plague, f