Imagine writing a complaint on a fresh clay tablet, putting it into an oven and then standing there until it cooks, stewing
It’s way, way worse.
You can’t put wet clay directly in an oven, it will crack. So it has to dry first. But if it’s dry, it’s hard enough to withstand travel, as long as you put it in an envelope of clay (different quality, I assume, as the receiver will have to be able to break it away without damaging the letter). Basically they didn’t go through the trouble of cooking them for something ephemeral such as letter.
Inside Ea-Nasir’s oven and strewn around his house, they found several cooked complaint tablets. This led some to believe that Ea-Nasir collected and rejoiced in re-reading the complaints. Or maybe a disgruntled employee wanted to send hard proof to the BBB.
BBB?
Better Business Bureau, as per the joke in the title of this post.
Fascinating, thanks for the context!
Gotta make sure that tablet really roasts
Oh no, Ea-nāṣir is hot!
Can’t wait for all the “Slutty Copper Merchant” Halloween costumes next year.
I’m seeing a perfect porno plot, where A (client) and B (copper maker) take some rounds making initial complaint irrelevant, or even a reminder of sexual conquest.
A: Your copper sucks. I ought to make everyone know that!
B: And what would you do? (They slowly undress and walk around as A tries to collect themself and both continue to speak)
A: I would, hem, I would put it into clay and put it everywhere, in marketplaces, on central streets.
B: You would? Ho-ho, how strong is that? Who would read that?
A: People! They’d see. They’d know!
B: Scrap that shit. I’m here, before you. What would you say to me, punk?
A: I’m… I…
B: What if I say that I intentionally sold you a shitty batch? (From behind, they put a fingernail on A’s cheek) Because I knew you won’t do anything about it. Like I own my copper, I own you.
(They put one hand on A’s mouth and the other hand on A’s trousers)
B: Copper comes and goes, but I would teach you, for once, how not to be a little whiny pushover. You’d learn how to demand as you have any right to do. But first you’d supply this sweaty ass to pay for it.
(Then, they had a wast amount of sex, starting with a B-dom hatefuck, but over time it came to the comfy A-centric pleasure when B cheered them on doing it, choosing the position they’d like, commanding speed of their breeding. A took the control of the whole process and for once felt like they are the boss of their own life. As A felt exhausted and fell asleep right in a generously genital-sauced sheets, B get up and put a complain tablet in their secret cabinet)
B: Another day, another happy customer.
They giggle, and the scene fades to black.
Did they make their wealth in copper or was it a front business to hide their lucrative Asian American drug trade?
I think the picture on the bottom shouldn’t match the look of her in the first picture, since the Ea Nasir picture most commonly used is of an unrelated person who happens to be mistaken as him by the internet
They use copper for things like forms?
They use forms about things like copper.
Oh thanks mate. Insomnia is one hell of mind bending experienc.
No worries, same, tbh.
Meh
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