"I am! I am! Always 'I am!' I am a goddamn king turtle head! Aren't you all sick and tired repeating those three sentences over and over?" The frustrated Golden Lion King, unable to handle the three skeletons, was driven to vulgar outbursts. Suddenly, he realized it seemed like he was cursing himself, he had truly been driven insane by anger.
"So you finally realize who you are, you're a goddamn turtle head," replied one of the skeletons slowly.
The Golden Lion King was almost driven mad by rage. It came to light that dealing with the three cunning and slippery skeletons was a maddening task. It evoked the urge to curse his predicament. Were these three objects lifeless? How had he gotten entangled with them?
What he could not endure the most was the second skeletal frame next to him, who said seriously and solemnly, "You are a turtle head, but... who am I?"
