Today, I was piratin' in Dublin. I got tha permission to from Andy Mac Ceallach, tha Molly Councillor. 'n' I 'adn't taxed any minas w'o 'ad paid their dues to tha Mollys. I tried, yeah, but they didn't 'ave any money 'n' I was feelin' kind so I let 'em off. Didn't know they 'ad paid anyway. If I ever be piratin' a mina w'o 'as paid tha Mollys to mine, then I guess I'll stop. Or return creds or I've a'ready taken 'em.
Now anyway, 'bout why I'm contactin' ya. I was talkin' to an Ensign in tha BAF, with an HMS destroyer (tha HMS-Romulus, which I 'ave now dubbed tha HMS-Lawl's due to tha captain's extreme case o' tha Lawl's Syndrome) slowly creepin' in. I was complyin' with 'im 'n' droppin' tha pilots 'e wanted, when 'e started shootin' at me. At tha time I 'adn't noticed that tha destroyer 'ad started shootin' as well.
Then a Convoy escort showed up 'n' started shootin' at me 'n' ma wingman, Justin Glunt. A Molly was close by in a Werewolf, Blodwyn O'Driscoll, 'n' I didn't expect 'im to get involved. Then 'e asked why we were piratin' in Dublin. I told 'im we got permission from Andy, but then 'e said that we didn't 'ave permission from 'im. Then 'e decided to start shootin' at us as well.
Now, 'cos o' 'im I didn't notice that tha destroyer 'ad crept up so it managed to get a missile into ma ship which blew it up before I could use any nanobots. Which pissed me off.
So. Why're ya pilots suddenly attackin' me? I've been fine with tha Mollys. A few days ago ya gave ya joint-permission with tha Rogues for ma gunboat. So what's changed? I'd be likin' some compensation to replace ma Roc, pro'ably 'bout five millions. Ain't much, but Rocs don't grow on trees.
Tha proof:
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
***Incoming Transmission*** Comm ID : Dara O'Gara Location : Arranmore Base, Dublin Target : Roger Claymore
Top o' the mornin' to ye Roger. Depoite whut ole Hone 'ere be claimin', us Mollies be perfikly well organoised, an' we be payin' attention te whut needs payin' attention te. Whut kin oi be sayin' but sorry, eh lad. Whoile we - the Separatists - the SHB, La Tene and Clan Feegle be the official voice, dere be a fair ol' nummer o' independants out dere, an' a fair few o' dose, oi aint namin' no names 'ere eh, dun gut oideas in deyre 'eads dat don' quoite match up wi' the official loine.
Now dis lassie, Blodwyn. Oi knows dis wun, an' she be a good 'un o' our independants. Dis jus' be a misunnerstandin', an' if'n yer needin' sum funds fer repairs te yer ship, oi'll be more'n 'appy te send 'em over te ye. Oi knows ye well enuff lad, an' oi knows yer 'ead be inna roight place, te be shure. Oi'll 'ave a coupla wurds wi' Blodwyn o'er a few drinks the next toime oi sees 'er, an' oi 'opes dat the next toime ye runs inte 'er dis koinda shoite won' be 'appnin' again eh.
Dara out.
***Transmission ends***
You can accomplish more with a kind word and a shillelagh than you can with just a kind word
I want to bring me humble apologies lad,
oi there where some issues, but yerknow, dreadfull pirates been plaging dub,
and chubbing of much of me toime I could spend on these things,
as what me lad Dara said, you're be free to come to the bar of ara, and repair any damage you had by that
other lad aswell, as a Crate of the finest Booze be waiting.