Transmission; Start
Identification: Commodore Christina Robinson
Location: New York system, Newark Station
Ah, the type 1-337 "Pyramid Head" assault bots? Those are pretty tough to beat... but not impossible.
If I find any skimpy green dresses or chains on my doorstep, or any whips or liquid latex, I will not only send you to hell, I will drag you there, kicking and screaming. This is how:
Have you ever felt a hydraulic press? You know, those used to fashion ten centimeter-thick plates of steel? What about those used to test the strength of building materials?
Have you ever felt it crush your leg? Your stomach? Your ribcage? Your head?
I guarantee that you will not be paying attention to the antimatter candle when you are faced with the hydrolic presses used to recycle older ships.
Once your broken body is no longer able to feel the affects of the type 1-337 assault bot's antimatter candles, I will personally drag you to the most advanced medical wards in Sirius, have your body reconstructed, and you can go through it all again. And again. And again.
If that's not enough to convince you, then I have one other thing, but... well, ask yourself: Do you really want to know what it is?
Director Copperfield, it would be much appreciated if any of the materials you mentioned were to be disposed of as soon as they arrived at your premesis. If not, however... then read above.
On a different note, I'll come around soon to pick up that golden dress of mine, Sarah. This morning was pretty exhausting, I don't know how I got through the day.