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“Is he here, Moneo Mamoa?” the God Emperor asked.
“Hwi?”
“Who-e … No! I mean my true love.”
“Ah-h-h, yes, M’Lord,” Mamoa answered. “The new Duncan is here.”
And then Duncan came out of the fish tank. “Where am I?” he asked. “You … What are you? Man? Worm? Jinn?”
“None,” answered Leto Ⅱ Version Ⅱ. “Without penis I am, hmmmm, that is all. Question me not about it! And may the force be with you.”
“But who am I,” Duncan dunked the question like he once used to dunk his nuts in spice beer. “And what happened to the Arrakis mission? Have the fremen fully aligned with house A-tray-uh-deez-nuts? Where even are we?”
“You are Ducan Iowa,” Mamoa told him. “And we are in Rakis; or, as you know it, Dune.”
“Dune your dad,” Iowa said.
“Muad’Dib! Muad’Dib! Muad’Dib!” cried everyone.