Mature Content Reader Advisory: Mature Humor, Strong Sexual Content, Use of Drugs and Alcohol, Nudity, Intense Situations and Strong Faith!The thief entered the royal chamber through a high window far after midnight. He was disguised as King Shabach of Ophir with a fake beard and an authentic royal robe. It was the taste of his false lips that tipped the scoundrel's hand. She gasped and stared at his face, but she did not yearn for more of his illicit touch. She screamed. Immediately the chief eunuch roared as he entered the chamber with his scimitar bared to challenge the seemingly worthless thief. The King ordered, "Young man, I know who you are. You are a notorious imp called the Brass Bandit, because you are as bold as brass and you think of yourself as a living heathen fertility idol. But you will be a devil no more." "Please, don’t kill me," the thief begged. The King laughed robustly as he wrapped his arm around his wife. She shivered once at the thought of the man's unnamed punishment. Her eyes shed one tear for him. Then King Shabach commanded his soldiers, "Take this young man to the dungeon. He has cost my wife to lose her favorite servant, friend and confidant. Have the dungeon master make him into a eunuch so that he may serve my family here for the rest of his life." "No!" the thief cried out to heaven. "The punishment is too much for me to bear." The queen pushed away from her husband's protective embrace. She walked up to the murderous thief. Her face was a mix of her instinctive compassion and carnal outrage. Finally she slapped the thief across the face so hard that he was thrown into the far wall. He collapsed on the cold stone floor. But he heard Queen Halell say before consciousness left him, "We will give you a new name. We will train you as a lion's whelp. Someday, if you survive the eunuch's burden, you will be more of a man without your precious manhood than you are today."