[ His brow twitches slightly, trying to ignore the questionable sight of fake mummies and mummy kittens prowling about his chamber. However, the gold -all this illustrious gold- is a step in the right direction. Ozymandias can see his reflection bouncing off every surface, each capturing different sides of his visage. A prelude to the palace that he will build in his own honor. ]

Banish those unsightly corpses. If the dead rise, they rise in all their glory and splendor, surrounded by their subjects and their treasure, and not like the haunted creations of the 20th century.

[ He steps in the middle of the room before raising his cane upwards. ]

I want the sun to be exposed over my throne to bathe my form in its majestic light. And my throne must be high to force all onlookers to tip their heads upwards to behold me.

[ If need be, he can just create himself the manual way and force his upstairs neighbors to adjust. ]