[color=#99FF99]Sender: [color=#99FFFF]MacElroy, Nathan - King of the Libertonian Empire, currently aboard the Battleship Overlord, lower orbit of Planet Manhattan, New York system. Recipients:Whoever's there, especially Captain Jenkin Shiv
*Commander MacElroy appears on the screen again, still grinning, still wearing the crown.*
"Buddey, lemme get tis' 'ere straight.
Tis' be my accen'.
'Ah am bein' sober.
An' 'ah be takin orders from five people.
Davey 'Ale 'imself.
Christaycakes Robinson.
Ryan MacTavish.
Galen Anderson.
An' m'Queen, Sarah Willows.
'Ah think Fleet Admiral 'Ale can assure ye that that 'as been always that way an' always 'ill be that way, aye.
An' 'fore ye be callin' me a drunk, ye better get a mo' open-minded perspective y'self, 'cause 'ah be not a born Libertonian, an' tis' be my accen', from my 'ome, an' ye cannae do aneythin' 'bout it.
So in ole' an' good fashion, Cap'n, jog the frak on.
Officers o' the Navy don' be takin' orders from random Security Force Cap'ns, never were, never'll do.
Oh an' y'know, 'ah think by tryin' t'order me, y'insulted me personalley.
An' y'try that 'gain, there gon' be consequences, 'cause yer bein' the 'un who be bein' disrespectful, an' even 'ah think a tiney bit racist 'ere, just 'cause o' my accen'.
Then 'gain, 'ah think ye be bein' a doltnugget.
So aye, kindley jog on.
'Sides, frak do ye know 'bout Willows an' Zoners, ye weren' there, so kindley shut yer frakkin' face an' think 'fore talkin'.
Dolt.
*A moment later as he flicks a switch, the screen fades to black.*