" A strange Arab had arrived in Ur. You could see the effects of the rise from the ashes that the Arabs caused. The Arabs were already persona non grata (except Sharif, who taught the Vultures desert warfare in the first place). With an Arab in the street, the Sumerians constantly glared at him, and he was scared so much, he crapped himself. After, the Sumerians were too disgusted to even look at him. This Arab, Madani, went to the palace to be received by Annunaki, the emperor. He had come into Annunaki’s throne office. One vulture was there, the other was too busy “doing number three.”
“Arab, maybe I will receive you if you learn to wipe your ass properly,” said Annunaki.
Abdul opened the door to the latrine. There, he saw, in his full glory, a Vulture. Naked. In the king’s second throne. Doing things.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY TOILET!” bellowed the emperor.
“That’s just disgusting,” said Sharif’s son, Abdul. “You do that in the confines of your own house or a hotel. Not the king’s latrine.”
“Not even you do that, Abdul,” replied Annunaki. “Maybe Osman, but not Abdul. Hell, Osman raped my daughter and committed genocide against us.” And with that, he pushed the impolite Vulture down the latrine to drown in the king’s fecal matter.
“Anyways, to my message,” Madani stated. “We want peace. We have given you a package for your offerings. Here it i- Oh... Crap...”
He had lost the package somewhere! Osman was not going to be happy when he found it.
An argument sprung. Many were at arms.
“Choose your next words carefully, Annunaki. They may be your last as emperor,” threatened the Arab.
"Earth and water?" thought Annunaki. He then pointed his sword at Madani’s throat.
“Madman! You're a madman!” exclaimed Madani, gulping.
“Earth and water? You'll find plenty of both over there,” threatened Annunaki, pointing at the Tigris.
“ No man, Arabian or Sumerian, no man threatens a messenger!” cried the messenger, desperate for mercy.
“You bring the crowns and heads of dead Vultures to my city steps. You rape my daughter. You follow through with threatening my people with slavery and death. Perhaps you should have done the same!" rebutted the emperor mercilessly, with the anger in his voice being heard.
“This is blasphemy! This is madness!” the messenger shouted in shock.
“Madness...?” he asked inquisitively. He thought to himself on what to do.
After his brief period of thought, he shouted, “THIS! IS! SUMERIA!!!” With it, he delivered a swift kick to Madani’s scrotum. After, Abdul got out his scythe. The Vulture stripped the man naked and Abdul then castrated him there. Then, Annunaki stuffed him down the latrine with the Vulture. Blood would be in his latrine, but he didn’t care. The Vulture could eat it. After, a horde of Arabs came in, and the three suffered the same torture as him. By the time that they were done, the latrine was filled to the top with Arabs and blood. The survivors were either crushed by the next crap that Annunaki had to take, which filled the entire latrine, or suffocated on the bottom between the spaces. Any shift would mean no hope for Arab escape. Then, the janitor would have to clean the bones and poop out after all decomposed.
Where did the genitalia go? He sent his own package filled with the genitals of 50 Arabian soldiers and a messenger. “Send this to Mecca, sir. You’ll go under disguise as an Arab and deliver it.”
After the Great Humiliation of the Arabs, the Vulture and Abdul formed the Badass Motherkilling Evildoers.