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Haman: As I was walking down the palace road, Asense of pleasure brought a smile to my face as people bowed down to me. More and more people bowed down. Except for this one blithering idiot who would not bow. This numb headed chap was named Mordecai. How silly of him to not bow down to authority. Is that not was his silly religion is about. I had him whipped and beaten, and he went on with this silly speech about compelling me. Mordecai: I am standing along the street as the right hand man of the king, Haman walks along. While he is here we must bow to him. Keep Dreaming. I will not bow down to that bloated obscenity, that power-crazed gas bag! Then he had me whipped. Yipee. As my blood flowed from the post I yelled let the power of God compel …show more content…

I even went so far to say I would pay a billion dollars for it. He said it’s your money do what you want. Then it was decreed. He couldn’t have cared less about the fact that we were killing off half the population. Now that's what I call ruling. Haman Mordecai: I have just seen the news. As I was walking down the street today I noticed that there was a new poster on the board. As I move closer I read the fine print. Apparently all jews are soon to be killed. And get this the kings stamp on it. As I look around I start noticing them …show more content…

I will soon die and nobody cares. As I walk past the castle I look longingly at it. I do not know why I am doing this it just felt right. I plan to break the awful news to Esther soon. Haman: Finally my dream is realized I will be victoooooooorious I am sitting the throne room when alas that pompous queen barges in on my parade. I grin knowing that we will have a good whipping this afternoon, when the king does something so appalling, repulsive, vile, distasteful, objectable, abominable, nauseating, sickening, unsightly, noisome, undesirable, and pugnacious, that it is hard for me to write, he holds out his scepter and lets her live. Mordecai: I sure hope this works. Earlier today I told Esther the news. Though she should have been scarred, she looked like she couldn’t have cared she less. She told me that it really didn’t matter, because she was the king's wife. Ah good ol’ Esther, always caring about others. I noticed her that even though she was now royalty she was still a jew. That’s when she perked up. I told her the plan. Haman:After barging in all she says I’m inviting you to dinner. The incompetence. That scoundrel comes in here like she owns the place,

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