On occasion, I've been known to give a good massage. I make the Oil of Re that caresses tender bodies in heady perfumes and precious unguents.

But--
Don't ask me to scratch your back. You might get more than you bargained for.

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Behold, Shesmu has cut them up for Unas, he has boiled pieces of them in his blazing cauldrons. Unas has eaten their words of power, he has eaten their spirits.

- The Cannibal Hymn