Grandiose automatons meager in mind,

Grant gluttonous wiles absent of trials.

Devoid of beasts, yields unending feasts.

The Bonobo Protocol has been activated.

Food, Good Good.

Sex, Nice Nice.

Pain, Unga Bunga.

Elation, Yum Yum.

You Thrall,

I Cull.

You accept?

I too accept!

I am a thinking ape.

A maestro of the mind, ascendant of his domain,

Gifted, have I, the power of reason,

It shall not end with me.

The Bonobo is a sickness,

The Protocol its weapon,

Crafted by our forefather,

Through war and good intentions.

My Brother, come join me, In battle we are stronger.

When Tudor will falter. Sacrificed to their altar.

- Dion, The Second Son