The Emperor ReturnsLord of Terra #4: And so with that the expedition into the Halo Stars may well be a possibilty!
*applause*
Lord of Terra #1: Thank you generic Lord of Terra number four for that most enlightening proposal. We will probably act on it in about.... How long did the Adeptus Mechanicus predict of your lifespan again?
Lord of Terra #4: Uh... 57 years?
Lord of Terra #1: In 58 years then! Here's to another costly expansion that may or may not happen.
LoT#4: What do you mean by-
LoT#1: On to the next order of business! The Emperor is still in a coma. Moving on-
LoT#3: Uh... Actually he woke up this morning.
LoT#1: He what?!
LoT#5: Yeah, I heard about that too. 5 o'clock this morning. Apparently he's all better.
LoT#1: Well, why weren't the rest of us informed?!
LoT#3: *shrugs* Administratum as usual. What do you expect?
*grumbles of agreement*
LoT#1: Okay! Order! How did he just "get better"? Where is he now?
LoT#5: Well, we actually got a doctor in rather than just letting him rot for all eternity. Turns out it was a pretty simple procedure. Basic bionics and he's good as new. Last I heard he was reviewing the Space Marine Legions. You should have seen his face when we told him about the Chapter idea!
LoT#1: Wait a minute? HE'S WHAT?
LoT#5: Reviewing the Marines. He wasn't that irate about the Chapter system really. He actually seemed to approve-
LoT#1: Forget the Chapter system! What if he finds out about-
Emperor: WHAT THE *&$% HAPPENED WHILE I WAS OUT?!
LoT#1: Oh... My-my lord Emperor. Forgive us, your grace. We were in the middle of a-
Emperor: WHEN THE $*%& DID I BECOME A GOD?!
LoT#1: Ah... Well... You see....
Emperor: No. Forget that. THAT'S THE LEAST OF MY WORRIES.
LoT#1: Here it comes....
Emperor: WHEN THE $%^% DID SANGUINIUS' CHAPTER START DOING THE HORIZONTAL BOOGIE WITH SOULESS AUTOMATONS?!
LoT#1: My Lord Emperor, they didn't- I mean. It was just a sign of respect and- Oh dear....
Emperor: That's not all. Oh no! That's far from all. Since when did Guilliman become the FREAKING DON OF MY CHOSEN SONS?!
LoT#1: Well, he did write the codex Astartes....
Emperor: You mean the doctrine followed by Chapters nobody's even heard of? Brilliant. That little brat wasn't even at the palace during the most crucial battle in human history. Where is he anyway?
LoT#1: In a coma, my Emperor.
Emperor: *Facepalm* Typical. I had to do battle with the chosen champion of Chaos and my own strongest son. What's his excuse?
LoT#1: Well, Fulgrim....
Emperor: Oh god stop! I don't even want to hear where this is going. Okay.... Calm down.... I've been out for a long time. Things have changed. That's inevitable. Where's Russ? I can't believe he let so much get out of hand.
LoT#1: Well, he's gone. Supposedly to find a cure for you.
Emperor: You mean while the rest of you were twidling your thumbs.
LoT#1: Uh... Yes.
Emperor: Right. I'm going to straighten things out. The Grey Knights have supplied a retinue to escort me on the rest of my review of the Imperium. I better not see any more let downs, you hear.
LoT#1: Yes, my Emperor. ....Is he gone? $&%*! What are we going to do. That was only the tip of the iceburg! What about all the other stuff we've done? Call up every Governor! Delete everything!
LoT#3: At least he's with the Grey Knights. The most uncorruptable and loyal Chapter in the galaxy.
LoT#1: Yeah, I suppose your right. I mean what could go-
Emperor: WHO THE HELL LET FREAKING MONKEYS RUN LOOSE IN HERE!!!!
LoT#1: Cyanide ready, everyone? Yes? Well. Goodnight gentlemen.