To: Blackpool Holdings Ltd. and their doomed installations

[Fratricide]

Sod it! I gloat over to fly in the obscurity, to hide in dust clouds above the unsuspecting victims, to shorttaken a trader arising from below or above a planet, to strike the cattle unexpected from behind!

BUT what did I find here, interrupting my ecstasy shortly before pouncing on to another innocent target from above, YOUR disgusting two turds! By god's sibling, these pieces of crap blemishing that lovely planet have to be destroyed! They have to be erased from Manchester's skyline,they have to be zeroed, they have to be blotted!

First of all you have 3 days to remove that 6 infernal machines!

If you disobey, ok, I agree that I am an upright destroyer and perhaps I can retain my horde for a while, you have maximum 3 days to evacuate your barf bags. Perhaps you can also hold my assassins back a while with accepting a monthly fine of 20 million credits for each weapon platform and you have to sup with the devil, of course you can understand that as basis for negotiations.

See you in hell.

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[Fratricide]

Rodney Neilson, Sarah Lee Yang, to keep your traps shut will definetly not rescue your two waste bins! You have no chance to withstand the acherontic stampede you soon have to cope with. By grace of his sibling, you are at my mercy and better plead for your lifes!

See you in hell.

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[Fratricide]

You pilgarlics! I offered you a flower, a way out of your misery, not to be buried by an avalanche in the near future, but you still believe you get away that easy? There are two ways of faith and to plead to the wrong brother to save your skins is futile!

The platforms are still waiting to end up in smoke and the flames will do their job soon.

The horned bogey is waiting for you, the vacation is booked, cthe ompartments are heated, a hellfire barbecue with your bodies as main course is opened. As a last resort there is only to accept your fate and to pay the price of your parochialism - 20 million each - or to let your people stew in their own grease.

You have 3 days to absquatulate or to be extinguished. The possessed hopefully adhere that reprieve as it is hard to satisfy their unhesitatingly bloodthirstiness without any immolation.

See you in hell.

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[Blackpool Production Facility]

Uh, I guess, Hello? Oh wait. I should greet you with my gun straight into your face.

I've got literarily nothing to say you. Scum like you we hunt daily. Also, we will not pay any single Sirius Credits to you or your "horde" or whatever you are going to call this fragile bunch of 'people'. We will await you and coming to us is just sweet enough, this will just make it easier for us to collect our bounties.

~Sarah

[Fratricide]

By the lord of all evil, did you finally find the way out of crypts for lamentation? Be assured you will retrieve your decomposed corpses in your last resting-place soon enough again!
You panhandle an accelerated elevator to Hades, you beg to get obliterated without a sentence of compurgation or imploration, you vociferate your death wish so frivolous. A contingency.

Irrespective of that, the adored one would not merit his worship if he would be known for his respectfulness of others. Death is no respecter of exhilarating demands and your enliven wishes.

Just killing you when you arrogate it, no defiance and no satisfaction.
You have to fear your daily homicide. He demands us to make your life miserable, we have to assuage his hankering to scare the hell out of you. Forlorn to resist as the temptation to acquiesce is your inevitable destiny.

Three days left for elopement, three days left to get things straight, three days left to make yourself scarce, three days left to solicit the master's forgiveness, three days left until we cook your goose.

Money looms to be admissible in contemplation of extermination and affliction. Doesn't it?
Sarah, reassess to resort violence and money as a last loophole.

See you in hell.

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[Fratricide]

What on earth is eating you? Did your allmighty cut of your tongues? You already abandoned yourself to your atrocious kismet? You are to snotnosed and preggish to not be petrified of extirpation? You are too chuckleheaded to interpret my cacoepy?

The more superior you believe you are, the deeper you will be downed. The deepest is pandemonium and the prince of darkness anticipates your delivery to the blazing flames! Comprehension and judiciousness can purify someones mind, but to decollate you seems to be your yearning.

If your God knows what we're going to mischief, then we have to do what he eagerly awaits or it would corroborate the false brother to be wrong, making him imperfect. Ultimately there is just the healing tortue of his sibling, your soon cognizance will be astonishing.

We put the final nail in the coffin! To fight onslaught tooth and nail will only increase your balefulness.
As a last resource there is just remuneration.

See you in hell.

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