[font=Trebuchet Ms]Mr. Collin... We spoke about this before. We spoke so many times. [color=#33CC00]I use to call you twice every day. I use to write numerous letters of request. I even sent you those seven statues of Drunken Leprechaun Family tm wrapped in little green boxes with golden straps. And here I am again. Officially asking for my first capital ship. I'm so excited! That is if I get one from you.
I have been your personal weapon of choice not that often, not even before you signed that ridiculous treaty with BAFeys. It's the truth. Be that as it may, I've always felt like being that special molly-dude that hangs around Dublin, and the rest of Bretonia, making all its unwelcomed visitors and its inhabitants curse the day that Molly people ever made the deal with infamous me.
It's hard to be me sometimes, Collie the Molly. It really is. I wander around making the kills, the thrills and jokes out of people, attracting crowds, all kind of strangers, weird people... And, although that I don't care that much, I'm expected to meet the standards. It's a style thing. I'm expected to keep comedy levels high up. And it's getting harder every day. Challenging and interesting? Yes it is!
Now I need something stronger to fight against all those silly,never-to-learn-anything people all around Sirius. In need of gun I'd say. In need of a bigger knife to put it even better, hahaha.
Will you authorize the construction of Scylla for me? I will deliver all necessary materials and cover all the costs, that's for sure. I'll even put something little extra, a small donation to the Molly Republic as a sign of my appreciation. In addition, killing Sairs along the way, what I know you like hearing about, will be a part of my daily routine. It already is, that is when I'm around of those parts of Sirius.
Not sure how the ship would be named though. I'm really not sure. Can't think of anything special enough. But that's not what concerns me. What concerns me are some kind of new strange folk reported wandering around Sirius imposing all kinds of silly rules and regulations. They're called A.D.M.I.N.S., administrating who knows what. Ran into them few times. On one occasion one of my thrusters stopped working and my cats started jumping all over the ship. People fear them, people run away from them like peasants away from the dragons... or something. They're invisible sometimes, speaking out of thin air. Thin vacuum that is. One can never tell when they're around. And when they are, they come to you often surrounded by some flashy orb-shield thingie, more flashier than my tridentey even, speaking in strange tongue, trippin'. Can you believe that? Even I, the mighty Man of the Laugh, can't fight against them and frankly, I wouldn't want to. Some of them are too much fun. Thus, at the present moment, I have no idea what papers my ship will be registered to in order to meet their obscene demands. But one step at the time.
So, once again, will you construct my destroyer-with-no-particular-name-in-mind for me? What say you, Collie the Molly? What say you?!
[HOLOGRAPHIC PROJECTION DISAPPEARS]
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