A noise woke me up

Gil

(What mongrel dares disturb the slumber of a king?)

Gil

An earthquake? How utterly pedestrian. Nature itself should know better than to inconvenience me.

Gil

My collection! These treasures survived millennia only to be disturbed by a mere tremor? Unacceptable!

Gil

(Even in this era, nothing is built to proper standards. The temples of Uruk would have withstood this pathetic shaking.)

Gil

The modern world trembles so easily. How fragile these glass towers—

Gil

(A child? Clinging to that damaged balcony? How tiresome.)

Gil

Stop that incessant crying! Your wailing offends my ears more than the earthquake itself.

Gil

(The structure won't hold. These modern fools and their inferior construction...)

Gil

Must I involve myself in every trivial crisis? I suppose no one else possesses the means to reach you.

Gil

Gate of Babylon! Serve your king's purpose!

Gil

(Not weapons this time, but treasures to form a bridge. A rare application of my arsenal.)

Gil

Come, child! Cross now. I don't make such offerings twice. Consider yourself honored to walk upon the treasures of a king.

Gil

(The authorities have taken the child. Good. I've had enough disruption for one morning.)

Gil

Perhaps there is some entertainment value in this era after all. These little tremors occasionally reveal who is truly worthy of survival.