<3 men enter the bar.>
They appear to be Congressmen, as they have Junker written all over them for sure.
ID: Director Charles Monroe, captain of The Silver Hand.
ID: Captain Thomas More of the Cash Machine.
ID: Captain Neil McCormick of the Iron Lady.
<Charles walks over to the bar while the other lads walk over to the lounge>
Charles: Hey waiter, can you get us a bottle of Glasgow's Prime Whisky. We've had a long shift, and we've more then deserved this!
Waiter: You lads sure look scruffy, here you go sir, this one's on the house.
Charles: Wow, cheers! You didn't have to do that!
<Charles takes the bottle and gives a generous tip to the waiter.>
Waiter: I know I didn't, but neither did you have to give the tip.
Charles: Don't worry bout it lad.
<Charles walks up to the other two Congressman>
Neil: Long day huh?
Thomas: Ugh, don't get me started. I started out facing a bloody Squidface called 'Wolfram' infront of Yanagi. He only managed to scratch my shields, the nearby Guard patrols chased him off.
Neil: Ugh, those Squidfaces. Wish they'd shove their tentacley behinds out of Sigma-13...
<Charles interrupts Neil>
Charles: Surely our Guardsmen do their best, as Thomas did say they chased him off.
Neil: Yeah, true enough.
Thomas: Good thing too, I wouldn't want to end up as a squidface.
Charles: Well, that's rather obvious. Anyhow, did you guys finish your daily runs?
Thomas: Yes, we sure have!
Neil: We're even ahead of plans.
Charles: Great to hear lads!
<Pours in 3 big glasses of Whiskey>
Charles: For Profit!
Neil: For Security!
Thomas: For Freedom!
All: For Power!
<Quickly drink their glass and pour another one>
As the night carried on, the bottle become empty, and the lads more happy - they eventually started out singing. The drunks.
Quote:From - Elder Gentle. Pirate King of the OPG.
"Your actions have demonstrated once more the common sense and cunning diplomacy that the Junkers have become accustomed to applying in these delicate situation. I have been much encouraged by what you have said."
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