Martin Lawrence
Bob "Bulldog" Bobberson the third, Esquire.
Livadia Shipyard █ █ █ █ █
Drydock use
*The camera pans to Bob Bobberson sitting at his desk, arms folded and a piece of paper infront of him*
"Good afternoon representatives of GRG,
Velvet has thoroughly weighed your request and I am sorry to say it has been denied."
*The connection flashes for a few brief moments, seemingly displaying completely different visuals.
displaying Bulldog with two socks on his hands currently engaged in mortal combat with one another*
"And that's what you get for taking my peanuts! Ya think I didn't know!? Milleh told me everything!"
*the connection flashes for a few brief moments again, displaying Bulldog sitting at his desk once more,
poised and collected.*
"Velvet sees no need for an organization which has dedicated itself to research and development to
bother itself with things such as war- and colonyships. Should you wish to dispute this decision, you may,
of course, raise an appeal by contacting me."
*With that said Bob unfolded his arms, gathered the piece of paper and glanced at the camera once more*
"With kind regards,
Bob Bobberson the third, esquire."