HE CAN’T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH IT

I’m so angry I’m going to spend hours angrily inscribing a clay tablet telling Ea-nāṣir know how angry I am.

Damn and I wrote a complaint letter about this back in 1750 B.C.E. Too oh well guess I have to write another:

When you came, you said to me as follows: ‘I will give Gimil-Sin (when he comes) fine quality copper ingots.’ You left then, but you did not do what you promised me. You put ingots which were not good before my messenger…