Moriarty sighed in exasperation at the evermounting stack of paperwork accumulating on his desk.
"Don't all these geniuses realize how much work they are generating for me?" he thought.
"If they only knew how many nefarious machinations I have been required to sideline in order to do this endless paperwork!"
He lifted a requisition form from the stack.
"Some Outcast wants a Gunship? Naturally. They all want to be like that precocious Zacarias Poncho don't they? At least this ship has already been stripped of our sensitive technology..."
He reached for his antique quill, dipped it into the ink bottle nearby and signed his name with a flourish before affixing his personal gold foil seal, officially granting the request.
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