*Tim Finnegan, Clan Chief of House Gordon of Inverness, looks emotionlessly into the comms*
'Oy - Boyos.
Ye lot best walk tha' bloody talk back a bit, ye be aye in th' reach o' th' Gordonnauch.
Bretonia may 'tink they bloody own 'Ness...
...but th' Junkers aye control 'et.
Congress and th' Marauders. *smirks a wry and mirthful smirk*
Them Order lot, well...
Best just t' let them think they run things when they be aroond, then g'back t' whacher was doon when they leave - ye'z canne win wif them buggers. *Holds up a finger, smiles*
Bet p'raps ye can win wif us lot o' Junkers.
Ye's dodgers ge' a peck more respectful, an' bloody ARSK us ef' ye'z can camp in our ruttin' backyard, an' ye'z might find all kinds o' help.
Otherwise... *chuckles, a flash of teeth*
Well...
.:j:.
Congressman Tim Finnegan
Clan Chief, Gordon Junkers of Inverness Coileach an Taobh Tuath