And JUST as everything seemed like it COULDN'T get any WORSE, here chimed in the [LN]-LNS-Missouri from the direction of Planet Manhattan - Fort Bush Trade Lane, its current captain having deployed his entire dreadnought-bestiality crew from the nethersafety of Norfolk Shipyard because an anonymous agent had tipped him of a large caravan of LR-backed puppy-millers having the gall to brazen their sorry behinds in-orbit above their beloved puppy-safe capital, saying with a mildly-amused smile, "What the hell is going on around here?"