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Sender:Willows, Sarah - Commodore Recipients:All Liberty Forces, especially Commodore Christina "Christycupcakes McSexypie" Robinson
Alright, fine. You really make me do it Christina, you really do.
Ladies, gentlemen and sissies.
If I find you not delivering the skimpy green dresses and chains to Robinson's residence, and if I find you not delivering me the whips and liquid latex, then I can assure you, Robinson's punishment will be nothing compared to your fate.
I want you to imagine a room.
The room, it is empty.
It has no windows.
There is no light.
There is no sound.
The air has no taste.
You are in that room.
You can't get out of the room.
You can't do anything in the room.
You can't even kill yourself in that room.
There is absolutely nothing at all.
Except for one thing:
David Hale after being depraved of "certain things" for... one year.
Alone.
With you.
Mr. Director... the above goes for you aswell, even though I appreciate your offer.
As for the oils and games, you might have to ask Admiral Hale about those.
Christina, you can pick the golden dress up later tonight, I can't reach up to the ceiling fan anyway.