Transmission; Start
Identification: Commodore Christina Robinson
Location: New York system, Newark Station
I make you do a lot of things, Sarah. You don't stop me either.
However, adressed to the entirity of the Liberty lawful force is the following message:
If I find any skimpy green dresses or chains at my residence, any whips or liquid latex at Commodore Willow's home, or anything at all at Director Copperfield's house... well...
Imagine that same room.
No light.
No sound.
Nothing.
Except me.
Holding a blunt metal shovel.
It can't kill you because it's blunt.
But it can break your bones.
It can break your body.
It can break your mind.
And I am the one holding it.
I would happen to have a box of very long nails and a large hammer.
My always-heavy clothes cabinet would also hang precariously above your head.
Worst of all, though:
Commodore Sarah Willows would be put in that same room after I left you to rot, fresh from her first fix of liquid cardimine, synthetic marijuana and large amounts of alcohol after over a year of deprivation.
You know, they do say 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger'.
Are you really prepared to go through the assuredly painful process of trying to prove that, and failing?