To: the filthy thief, stinky, verminous, three-legged maggot calling himself Moka

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Lancehead here.

You know how I wish you to die the true Rogue death - drawn in Trenton toilet, with bottle of Liberty Ale shoved up your sorry pirate behind.
I enjoyed every single opportunity to help you achieve such a glorious goal.
And yeah, I know the feeling's mutual.
But now... how can I shoot your lousy, smelly self - along with your bunch of retarded, sodomic inbreds - if I have to fend off this Gallic fanclub of hysterical, teen girlies calling themselves SMP?
And I saw yesterday that you came across the same problem. I saw one of your clumsy, loud-mouthed buddies ejecting in Colorado because of that bunch of gallic patsies. I even wanted to tractor him and end his meaningless life by having him forced to wash himself but some junker was faster. First time I saw those maggots doing what they're supposed to do - cleaning Colorado from garbage like you.
Anyway. I have a problem. You have a problem. It's the same problem.
So I'm willing to talk about this problem - even if I'll have to take a two hour long shower afterwards.

Lancehead, out.


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[Altejago]

So Lancehead himself,
here to propose something
mutually beneficial for our respective
neighbourhood which isn't resulting in you
tossing yourselves but in fact tossing ideas of plans.

You could count yourself lucky we didn't bring our 'stench'
and 'uncleanliness' to your doorstep when the Hellflowers
were foolishly deluded in their claims to our vast empire.

But there is one thing we're capable of doing on our own,
and that is finding a means to an end, no matter the cost.
So if a little dignity is to be lost by associating with half-
assed want-to-be miners with less than capable ideals to
combat 'Gallic teen girlies' who are nothing more than mere
jail bait, then I think we can lower our standards for a romp
upon these hoes from the space of Frogs. But then, how
can I be sure your boys won't drop the ball when it comes
to showing these princesses how to do it 'Liberty Style'?

I'll cock my ear long enough for you to meander off a plan
I assume you will want to fanatically follow to the bitter
end. Just make sure your duct tape is new, your zip-
ties and twine are tight and that you've got a new
pair of jocks on. Because this ain't gunna be as
simple as jumping hapless traders. These wee
little under-agers only know how to fight
dirty. I suggest you roll them in less
than cheap ships, 'cause you're
bound too lose more than
your dignity fighting
these little slags.

~Lord Moka~

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Lancehead here.

Moka... Moka, Moka, Moka...
You still compose your messages so it resembled testicles?
By the way, is that true you've lost yours? I've heard some rumors about some accident... That you used a taser on some poor hooker in the worst possible moment...?
Anyway...
The plan is simple enough so even you and your bunch of greedy, lobotomised zombies could understand it: we don't shoot eachother when we can shoot SMP. If SMP dissapears, we get back to loving eachother with plasma and lasers.
You think you can handle that much?

Lancehead, out.


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