Betrayus' bizarre cackling insults could be heard through the fortress. Butt-ler entered the throne room without his master noticing his presence.
"You summoned me," moaned Butt-ler. He dislike disrupting the rare state of Betrayus being 'happy'.
"This is the best," Betrayus claimed indicating his servant to look at his phone.
Butt-ler examined the phone, it appeared someone had plastered a Pac Man emoji over his master's hideous face.
"Pac man?"
"NO! This filtering application," Betrayus wailed at the thought of complementing the yellow loser. "The company failed on their filter options."
"But you just said it was great," said Butt-ler completely baffled.
"It is deprived of the grandest filter, ME. Hence why I need you to compose a letter to explain to Snapchat why they are a critical fail," explained Betrayus. "And they will continue to fail until I am a filter. You must include changing that pathetic ghost on their icon to me too!"
The usual thoughts raced through Butt-ler head - whom did his leader steal this idea from. One thing he knew it wasn't his brother. It didn't have the Doctor Buttocks trademark.
"Are you done? I know you are NOT," hissed Betrayus. "Stop floating around dumbfounded and get to work!"
Butt-ler swiftly deported.
Thirty minutes later Butt-ler returned and handed Lord Betrayus a printed version of the email.
One thing guaranteed Betrayus was NOT going to be satisfied. Butt-ler learned to evaluate his masters reactions on degrees of disappointments. It aided him not to mimic Betrayus hot headedness.
"WHAT are you trying to pull here? Double crossing is my thing and ONLY I am allowed to backstab," Betrayus fumed. "No one else. Especially you AGAINST ME!"
"That wasn't my intention," gulped the servant.
"Tell me what all this means," Betrayus stated in annoyance directly quoting letter. "Pac-o-ween would be at great lost without the most frightening face filter -"
"I did include your name sir"
"ONCE," screamed the Lord. "You forgot this is coming from me. I would NEVER ever describe myself like that! That is how I view my brother. Are you trying to get me a filter or my brother?"
"Lord Betrayus, I thought the best to sell concept by using collective view point," explained Butt-ler.
"You think this is believable coming from me?" the ghost leader snapped.
"You are correct. I will use my email to send letter then," Butt-ler stated trying to salvage his masterpiece.
"No you will NOT," hissed Betrayus. "You don't deserve credit for my ghastly filter."
"You'll rewrite it in my words so I can click send," the Lord continued after a brief pause. "AND don't forget about the problematic icon this time."
Butt-ler sighed as he agreed to his leader demands. All hope was lost for him enjoying the Betrayus filter because his leader destroyed any chances of it becoming a reality.