****Incoming Transmission****
****Comm ID: Arbiter Jack Crow****
****location: Classified****
It seems you are trying to antagonize my boys again. I really don't care what kind of company you keep, but I do expect you to keep your company acting in a civilized manor when operating in the vicinity of a Junker base. I want what was stolen to be returned. It's really that simple.
****Incoming Transmission****
****Comm ID: Arbiter Jack Crow****
****location: Classified****
No, I don't mean that and you know I don't mean that. I don't know what ship that is but you were present in your goram destroyer. You know what was taken from the pilgrim liner outside Beaumont. I also know that you are incapable of truth however so I didn't really expect much more.
[font=Comic Sans Ms]*** INCOMING TRANSMISSION *** Source: Jimmeh Engvall, Battlebarge Be Good At It, Rochester base, New York
Destination: Da motherfrakkin' Junker congress an' dere gorram mums
Subject: AHAHAHAHA
Priority: Lower dan yer collective IQs, which ain't vereh durn high.
Man, Eva told me yew people were dense but ah didn't reely believe yew people could be dis stupid. First off, mah battlebarge is an independent ship, ah ain't no goddamn rogue. Now as far as Linah full of codenames, much as ah'd love tew have gotten mah 'ands on it, it got away, so tell yer people tae stop makin' up lies.
Secondly, yer just as damn paranoid as she said yew was. Eva didn't convince me of frakall, ah dun' need dah junkahs, and ah certainly don't need yer crappy attitude, so sue meh fer tryin' tae steal some of yer pewsticks off of ye.
Ah'm a ruthless, frakbloody pirate, an if yew think ah'm goin' tew be kind to ye on dah account of yer oh so convenient bases an' easy mums, den yer dead wrong. Moneh's moneh, an' shooters are shooters, and if dey ain't mine den ah'll make 'em mine.
Now ah woulda let dis 'ere little incident go, but now dat yew've not only accused mah fiance of pullin' a stunt dat was all meh, dis means war.
YEW 'EAR DAT, CROW? WAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. An' if dere's one damn person who knows how tew fight a frakkin' war, it's Jimbo frakkin' Engvall. Courtehsy of Blue an' Viva fer teachin' meh dah art o' Glory, Pride, an Bloodshed in addition tew general piraceh.
So yer on now, Junkahs. Ah'm ganna use every bit of scrap ah get from yer mangled remains tah reinforce mah Battlebarge, extort all of yew wot dat ah see, an' slaughter yew 'til ye BEG FER FRAKKIN' MERCEH!
Now unless yew be haulin' as much squid brains tae Alcatraz as a Borderworlds Transport can be fittin' within fourteh eight hours, den yer all dead. Consider yerselves warned, Jimbo ovah an' out!
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****Incoming Transmission****
****Comm ID: Arbiter Jack Crow****
****location: Classified****
Thank you for once again proving to the world what a lying little tart you are. Would you like to know how we can all tell you are lying?......YOU'RE GORAM LIPS ARE MOVING. You wouldn't know the truth if it smacked you in the face'¦.over, and over, and over, and over again.
You haven't torn anything apart other than your own credibility. Thanks again for the laugh.
****Incoming Transmission****
****Comm ID: Arbiter Jack Crow****
****location: Classified****
Well, you are predictable as always. You gave yourself away mentioning the codes, I didn't. You are a silly little girl who throws temper tantrums when she can't have her way and cry's conspiracy theory when she's called out. I'll be in my bar with the women who defected from your ship because your PMS rage was driving them insane.