To: [color=#FFFFFF]The knuckle dragging, brain dead wannabes of the fighter corps. Comm. ID:Commissar Leon Mendel Priority:HIGH Subject:How it is done
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Well, you idiots have gone and done it again, driven yet another Commandante into an early retirement, dragging his shotgun and a copy of the Katz Manifesto off into the wastelands of JiangXi, reeking of vodka and the failure of breaking you muppets.
So now, here we are, stuck trying to fill the seat of doom...
Warner suffered a mental breakdown, Scott followed, god knows what happened to Orlov but I think it involved a pair of fluffy handcuffs and a cat'o'nine tails...
And I am not putting that mechanical waffle Iron, General V. Blackblood in charge of anything larger than the men's room at the local brothel....
So failing having anyone else, Colonel Ling you are here by promoted to the rank of Commandante, put some shiny brass on your shoulders, and get the fighter corps fixed... I recommend shooting a few of the idiots, it would do great wonders for the damn Coalition Gene Pool.
On that note, I am going to drink myself into a stupor and try to forget the fact that you lot even exist... you know, to spare me the mental trauma.