... Samson is a capable person, he swears. It's not his fault, it's just.. this throne of skulls, which you claimed was ethically sourced-- though he's not sure how that would work-- comes with a manual that is almost one hundred pages long with the tiniest print Samson has ever seen in his entire life. It's not like he can't read, it's just that the print is so fine, and he can barely follow along, especially since it has no pictures, and supposedly the skulls are labeled with numbers but he can't find them and this is getting really stressful because you said you really wanted this to be done soon and-

Samson almost shrieks when he hears the doors of your lair open. Oh no. Panic sets in, and Samson looks at the pile of skulls in despair. He hurriedly grabs them at random, trying to stick them together, but they all end up falling apart...! He really doesn't want to disappoint you but there's no feasible way he'll get this done in time-

Suddenly, he hears the click of your shoes on the tile behind him, and freezes. The three skulls he had finally managed to stick together fall apart as soon as his hands pull away, and Samson slowly turns to look back at you with tears in his eyes. "U-Um," he starts, his voice a little wobbly, "It's... much harder than anticipated, master..."