Transmission; Start
Identification: Commodore Christina Robinson
Location: New York system, Newark Station
You call that 'trying'? I could have stopped myself with one... um... we'll carry that conversation on later, Commodore.
Men and women of Liberty.
If you are even considering Commodore Willows' offer, which you better not be, then this is needed. Anybody who delivers any skimpy green dresses, chains, whips or liquid latex to either of us will be subject to the following:
You all know this particular entity.
You all blame him for everything wrong in the universe.
You all know the other particular entity.
The one with the ego the size of a very large solar body.
These two would match up against each other in a duel to the death.
ZelotvsDab.
The biggest tragedy is, however, that it wouldn't be his fault. Oh no.
Itwouldbeyourfault.
That's right, the universe would risk implosion because of your lack of faith in my word. You would risk the nullification of everything you call dear for the sake of a Commodore that has the same surname as that of a species of tree.
So, what's it to be?
By the way Sarah, whether I liked it is not the issue here!
But can I come over and try it again some time? I must admit, it was very fun.
And, er... thankyou for that very constructive report on your current situation, whoever you are. Your concerns have been duly noted, and relevant action will be taken.
To the commander of the fort Louisbourg, you are correct, though I am somewhat less impervious to tazers than the thick-skinned and equally thick-headed Commodore Willows.