To: Festus McBoyle, From: [*USI*]

[Paddy.]

Good day to you. My name is Festus McBoyle.

Are you totally insane? Me quaint little scrapyard has not got defence platforms. (They call them eyes... to help see things.. you might want to open the covers that fit over them).

So... not having guns how would I be shooting at you then?

'Tis a passing possibility that if you came from New London, you be full of gin... and from Dublin, now that would be whiskey. But if you came th' other di-rection it would seem you were visited by the "orange mist"... if you know what I mean (wink). Either way, you must be on somethin'


Regards,

Festus