Shang Tsung looked over to his manservant. “Charles,” he said in a sharp voice. “Please go to the kitchen, and ask those incompetent fools what is taking them!”
“Yes Master Tsung,” said Charles in a low voice with a bow. Shang Tsung shook his head, and looked at Sonya once again.
“See what I am surrounded by? They take orders well enough, they just don’t execute them correctly. I guess you really aren’t pregnant either… I’ll be honest and say I fully expected you to be lying about that.”