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I must insist that you lift your head and address me in the same manner in which I have chosen to address you. You will stop bowing politely and look me in the eyes.
Yes yes... I am a person of some influence. This does not mean that I wish to be elevated to god-hood quickly enough to make my ears pop so soon after I have made your aquaintence.

Now, I imagine that you are wishing to learn as much about the great Londo Molari as possible before my attache reintroduces you to my door, Mmmmm?

I will tell you what I can:

I am an official representative of the vast Centauri Republic. I answer to the Royal Court. This Court can be best described as a royal gathering of incestuous degenerates with excellent plummage, but lacking even enough brains to fill a terrestrial shot-glass.

Nine times out of ten, I log off from the communications system in my quarters and stamp my feet very loudly as a protest to the orders I am recieving each day. Each decision they make takes our once great empire further and further away from our ultimate destiny as rulers of this galaxy. I am not counting the tenth time only because I have usually made myself drunk enough to forget the entire incident.

My life is most unfortunate. It is for this reason that I enjoy as many alcholic beverages as my very heavy livers will allow.

I am stationed aboard Babylon 5. Each day that passes in which the station doesn't explode or vanish, I am losing what little wealth I have because I bet against the station's survival beyond the first month before my goverment chained my body to this assignment and threw me into the deep end.

I am married to three wives. Each of them are enjoying my absence almost as much as I am enjoying theirs. My attaché is afraid of me, which is absolutely glorious because I often lose much sleep thinking about the various levels of incompetence he is capable of. Only The Great Maker knows for certain what horrific mistakes my attaché will make. I can not express the joy I feel knowing that I will be held accountable for each and every one of them.

I think I am nursing what the humans call an ulcer. I suspect it is very large, it is a boy, and I think its name is Vir.

Go now... Leave me... I have a headache.







"Ah, arrogance and stupidity all in the same package. How efficient of you!"


[Disclaimer: Ambassador Molari was created by the writers and producers of Babylon 5. This rendition is in no way connected to the creators of that television show. Nothing said within this blog should be taken as their responsibility.]

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