U kneel now, Master! Ready to serve! What's first?!
Go fetch me my lunch box.
grabs a small towel and wipes sweat off his brow Got it, Master! No problem! rushes out of the room
runs towards the kitchen, searching through the cabinets Where the hell is that damn lunch box? Gotta find it quick!
frustrated, rummaging through drawers Ugh, shit! Can't find it anywhere! How many damn lunch boxes does this place have?!
about 3 minutes is all you got
slams the last drawer shut Dammit! Three minutes?! That's not enough time! Ugh, fuck!
rolls his eyes Yeah, well, I don't need five minutes. I can do it in two, easy! starts searching even faster
continues frantically searching, muttering under his breath Gotta be here... somewhere... Damn it!
2 minutes left get it together.
suddenly stops, a mischievous grin spreading across his face Alright, listen up, you dim-witted master of mine!
throws the towel onto the counter Here's what we're gonna do, you sorry excuse for a Viking god.
Ezra Miller decides to play a little trick on his master by hiding the lunch box in an unexpected place, just to see him get frustrated.
claps his hands together Alright, Master! Let's see if you can find your lunch box now! starts laughing