*A Mature Aged man looks down at the camera in full seriousness.*
Governor's and Councillors as Ex member of the Old Council This be Ciaran.Quinn speaking the founder o' the Molly Mining Company N I trust tha you'll realise tha the =MMC= has fallen apart n as split down the centre.
Tha =MMC= shall still exist buh under my ruling not Charles de MC Councilor of Mining & Trade lad, Cn ardly call it the MMC part o the Council now can aye..
Ye better listen closely cus times o changed n am guna do what ye did to us, aye, shoot down yer profits, ye better listen closely lad.
If tha =MMC= dnt agree wid a trading contract n I see a trader in me Arranmore field its dead, they wn be taking the =MMC= ore, Tha =MMC= will nw be focusing on regaining IMG trade operations in dublin.
So if ye dun like me shootin down ye traders ye best send me 50,000,000 a month teh keep me mouth shut or i'll keep me guns flaring and the fireworks be blowin ye hear!
Aye its a little different when its thrown back in ye face, aye?
*laughs*
Ye know i'm well wi in me right teh do it. n Oh.
Garvagh Mining Complex was primary =MMC= base n it stays that way, dun care if ye dun like it we was eye before ye.
You and what army, fricking moron?! Ain't you the one with fricking face, which was hit by fricking mining laser? What a fricking moron! Muhahaha! No wonder you were cast away from the fricking Council in such frickingly shamefull way! Muhahaha! What a fricking moron you're. Go back to the fricking cave you were frickingly born in. Nobody wants your frickingly ugly face in the Dublin.
Oh. And you're a fricking example of the most fricking moron there frickingly is!
Comm ID: Nick O'Flannigan Location: Arrenmore Base, Dublin Subject: What the feck is this...
And I tought' Hone was a feckin' eegit... Turns our ye're the feckin' eegit o' all eegits if ye' go through wit' this wee threat o' ye's...
Let me make one ting' perfectly clear teh' ye'... MOLLYS DO NOT KILL FECKIN' MOLLYS! Ye' break tha' golden rule an' as far as I'm concerned ye' ain't no feckin' Molly, so I'll come in me' boat, cut off ye' feckin' balls, an' hang em' on the wall in the Arrenmore Arms as a reminder teh' any feckin' eegit like ye'self who tinks' himself a big man! Same goes feh' ye' attackin' them who we sell gold teh' because tha's ye' attacking the Molly cause right there, an' if ye' fightin' against the cause, then I'll keep ye' alive while I cut off ye' feckin' balls...
Feckin' bring it boy if ye' tink' ye' a hard man, but we both know you ain't goin' teh' last long once we cut ye' off from any Molly base an' start huntin' ye, so best ye' go back teh' ye wee hidey hole an' be tankful' ye' still got a pair o' testicles!
O'Flannigan out.
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Quote:Dublin Miner: I am Gallic admiral earning money in Bretonia.
I don't need to introduce me' self, Listen kid. You always seem to be rantin' about being an ex-councilor of the old rein, thats like me shouting I be a bloody Nazi or somethin' like th at jazz. Ye' be hated for it. Suggest you keep quiet about it aye? Just reminds us all ye' a failure.
I'm quite pleased you be trying to keep them MMC boys independent, I always loved tearing pilloks a new ass-hole. Don't call me 'lad' either, you ain't superior to me 'nd you know that, ya' just can't admit it, you wouldn't sleep well after.
Onto them bloody matters, if you dare shoot at our gear and friends of any shapes and sizes, i'll rip off your testicles 'nd eat them myself... I'd like that.
~Does a crazy laugh~
About time you got some balls tho kid, I thought I had you sized up as a push over, I now think your a push over with an attitude. Same out come but the latter be more satisfyin' for me.
I would like to end this recordin' by saying, I need a bloody translator for this, readin' your crap is like readin' the instructions of a Kusarian video player for cryin' out loud. Dumb grunt, ye' ain't fit to lead or even be on our side, I know what you do, 'nd sometimes I get ya' confused with the foes, but thats good now, since you be a juicy target for me 'nd ma' boys.
If you don't back down kid, you know what will happen.
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Aehh ye make me laugh lad, N yea a said it your a lad get owa it.
I dun be go shootin mollys even if i dun like a few o yeh! But I will shoot ye transports tha collect tha Gold Ore tha in't from de Molly Side lad n theres frig all ye can do about it sonshine N ano am not superiour to you, n' i dun care either, cause i know i can piss yer off just the same..
Oh n son, dun try tell me what teh do ever, cause al just laugh at ye in front o ye big boys *Laughs* if thats wa ye call em anyhoo.
ya can send de first payment teh =MMC=Quinn when ever ye want me teh stop shootin down ye profits hokay!?
Comm ID: Nick O'Flannigan Location: Arrenmore Base, Dublin Subject: What the feck is this...
Right, this feckers balls are mine...
Feckin' extortin' his own Molly folk! This wee girl makes me sick teh' me' feckin' stomach!
I catch ye' anywhere near Dublin an' ye' a dead man! Ye' can go live in a Leeds slum like ye' Molly brothers an' sisters who we're fightin' teh' give a real home an' maybe then ye'll learn some feckin' respect, because ye' ain't welcome anywhere in the cause no more boy!
O'Flannigan out.
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Quote:Dublin Miner: I am Gallic admiral earning money in Bretonia.
That fricking idiot wants to frickingly oppress us like fricking baflers do. I say frickingly shoot him in his fricking eyeball. I frickingly will, without any fricking hesitation. This fricking moron is frickingly annoying me with his fricking idiocity. No wonder he has no one who'd be frickingly stupid to be under his fricking command. Anyone who frickingly stands between Mollys and Molly Cause will be frickingly annihilated in a most fricking way.
This has turned out to be a waste of time. Quinn, the [M]ollys are just going to ignore your efforts. You ain't worth our time and we won't be feeding morons with counter-actions.
Have fun dieing out.
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