An Excuse For Your Own Incompetence

"So you managed to get the Golden Scales. This is very good news," Daniel said. "However, why didn't you send it to me right away? Are you that petty, Nyarlathotep?"

"It's not that I don't want to send it to you, Daniel," Nyarlathotep replied. "It's just that, if I do, things will suddenly get boring again. You know, I hate it when things get boring."

"Boring? Is that your excuse for not even managing to get the Golden Anchor from that puny little Slime? How bored are you, really?"

"That Slime is different. I'm going to make her my pet after I'm done dealing with the small fries."

Daniel snorted. He knew that Nyarlathotep was cooking up something in Elysium at the expense of delaying their plan of an all-out invasion. 

Also, he hadn't been in the best of mood because of the pests that had taken away the Transcendent Succubus, who possessed one of the Pillars of Eternity in her soul.