You sit atop the world issuing orders. What orders will you give to me? Tell me to polish your boots so they look like a mirror? A black mirror a raven would use. Or a wooden mirror a squirrel would like. I know you are vain. This is why you're in charge and I'm not. I don't want the responsibility or extended hours. Nor do I care about the salary increase. And I don't want to watch my back for a Damocles sword. That's for you and you alone. I know my place. Nobody else can polish boots like I can. Tell them you did it. Not me. They'll think you an even better leader doing his own boots. I wear trainers so need no shine. My skills are kept current doing yours. My special technique for our great leader. I keep my views to myself on your abilities. I quietly observe and listen while polishing. It all happens in your quarters. The boot polishing and decisions. Choices on who gets what, on who rules what, on who is culled, on how much loot you will take etc. It all happens here and I hear it all. I take my time doing your boots. While empire building takes place. Or empire collapsing when I give my Intel to my masters. If only you knew. The spy in your midst. What would you do to me. All empires fall. It's a matter of when. Just remember how yours rose. I will make it fall. Keep talking. I keep polishing. You have the best boots...
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