Yeudi Conclave

[Kubrick]

An elderly man in traditional Jelbic robes leans on a cane as he enters the room escorted by several bodyguards. One of the organising staff of the Conclave objects. "You can't just barge in, this is a closed ses-" He is rudely interrupted as a particularly tall and broad bodyguard punches him in his stomach. With a deep Jelbic accent he grumbles: "Little man quiet now." The elderly man pays no attention and slowly makes his way to the table. Prince Pawl Banmek-Sntazed pales as he sees the man and stands up from his chair to take a deep bow. By now the entire room has turned around to watch this visitor. In a soft voice the man speaks.

Juhn Banmek-Sntazed, Archduke of Banstill

Do not follow the foolish words of my great-nephew. The Banmek-Sntazed dynasty has reigned Beiteynu, but shall no more. It is not our destiny, it is not the will of Tanhri, our blessed Skyfather. As patriarch of the family I reject the votes in my name and I reject the votes for the Luthorian pigs. Tanhri's will dictates that our votes go to the Goldbloom dynasty. The Yeudi people shall rule themselves.