To: [HA] CC: Hogosha | From: Archangels F.C. |

[Redacted.Member1-4]

Sender ID: Kanemochi Katagawa, New Tokyo Ravens

To the soon-to-be Unfunny Mongrel,

Once again, a lowlife from yet-another-degenerated-tribe-of-space-primates-who-know-only-of-strapping-engines-to-rust-buckets-and-throw-poop-at-others has decided to make a mess of a fine establishment, pollute the pristine skies of Kusari, and trying to act like irreverent punks with wet diapers. You want me to acknowledge you have succeeded in that last one, I suppose?

Don't know what flawed imagination you had to think that, after being thrown out of that place once , you would have succeeded in coming back to be a nuisance again. That your rabble of poop wielding minions managed to get any dock clearance on the Golden Dragon and cause that pitiful commotion on the supply hangar (what were you even doing there? mistook that for a luxury restaurant?), it can only mean that the administration of the Golden Dragon was far too benevolent in your case, both in allowing you in a second time, and to not sent you out in thinly sliced and packaged pieces of meat to feed the hound or whatever pets the Bounty Hunters manage to raise in their barns in Deshima.

Should you wonder what we will do with your mess, I'm afraid it will bring you no joy. All that junk has been cleared up (including your "silk" naperons), and disposed of, as we have always done. Remember that thing about Junkers not existing in Kusari? It has some reasons. Should have done your history homework, zasshu.
However, no use of diving your nose into the books or holopads now, mongrel. You will find the Hogosha establishments barred to you henceforth, and your presence in any Kusari world an herculian task, even if I have to make it so. Your penance for the frequent disregard for our position, for the damage to our business, and to the name and people of Kusari will be taken from your men and your ships, whenever they feel stupid enough to walk, drive, or breathe under the light of the stars of Kusari.

Should you ever develop a fickle of sentience, and wonder why you did what you did, and what are you supposed to do now, just find a cannon or a laser manned by a Hogosha, and stand still. The answer for your pathetic existence will soon arrive to your head.

Know your place, and cower, mongrel.

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