I was runnin round Dublin jes seein what mischief was to be had when I come across these two baffers firin mortors at the Coin.
Wern't much I could do all by my lonesome, but I couldn't let em continue unchallenged. I parked me fighter on Arronmore and climbed into my ol' barghest. I'd no illusions about puttin em down... but I had to do sumtin. I first tried lurin em off by chasin some thievin BMM lads, but they were dead set on the coin. The only thing I could do was annoy em with snacs and nova's, volley after volley whilst they pounded away at the coin.
Glory be, if them fellas didn't get tired o' being shot by the like's o' me, and listening to my guff the whole time. The idea o' puttin up wit that for hours on end was more'n they could stomache. I thought fer sure I was in fer a good bit o' runnin, but in the end I think I pestered the fight right out'a them. The two of em just packed up and left Dublin altogether, pretty as you please. But for a bit o' fuel, quickly replaced I might add, the Coin was right as rain.