*Vance flicked on his comm channel as he began to strap his first specimen to his operating table his gorey face alight with a grin*
Ladies and Gentleman far and wide!
Have you ever gazed upon a Navy officer and wondered what's inside?
Wonder no more my beautiful citizens!
We've got Rogues, Liberty Navy, and oddities of pilots in the billions!
We collect and dissect! There is no body we reject!
From the horrors of deep space, I bring you....Me!
Come to the lovely system of New York, to the wondrous Trenton Outpost, come see your sons, your daughters, your husbands and wives. Watch me take their lives! For I have many experiments to share. As I am Vance The Surgeon!
My Dear, Navy Officers. Surely you often wonder how much toxic waste one of your recruits can take. I dip them into the gallons of it! The piles of the green goo and I do it all for you! All for your glorious entertainment!
Ever wonder how long it takes a mining turret to drill through a Rogue? NOR DO I. So why not try?
Please, visit me soon, watch me dissect a Nomad with a spoon!
* a Girl appears Before the Camera then a noise is heard*
Aye what about this I Dissect you with a Driller and stitch you with Wires and make you into a Humanoid and i wll enjoy working on you meet me at my office in Manhattan
* the girl fades out and a Loud Noise is heard again *
*Vance folded his hands formally, sliding them over his mouth to hide his manic smile
There there my dear.
That sounds an awful lot like fear!
Don't get angry or scared.
You see you can join me too, our scalpels can be shared.
But, don't think you compare, you can't beat my work.
The level I'm at you couldn't bear.
*The transmission ends leaving nothing but static in the air.*
[font=System]******************[color=#33FFFF]Incoming Transmission************************* [font=agency fb]COMM ID: [color=#99FFFF]Rhetorical Surgeon SUBJECT:Just a thought ENCRYPTION:Poetic PRIORITY:Not so much Important
Hello there crazy one,
I have a poem for you and it goes like this.
*he smiles*
[color=#FF0000]"Who are you to challenge what is Nigh-
Impossible to do, but never too shy.
A sound here, a sound there, do you know the whisper of a bear?
No? Neither do I care!
So stop with your rhymes,
for I do not have much time.
Should you challenge mine,
You shall commit a grave and serious CRIME!"
Dear god, I feel sad for even sharing the same last 3 letters of my first name with you. Damn, and I thought the last case over that drunk dude high on synth weed who went around gouging out people's eyeballs and storing them was bad. You sir, take the cake.
Speaking of sweet pastries, it's my union break. But after that, I'll head down over to Trenton and personally arrest you for charges of public disturbance and mass murder.
I highly suggest you run away from Trenton before my doughnut break is over. Trenton is just a short flight from Larry's Doughnut Emporium on Manhattan. If I catch you, you'll have fun dissecting scrap metal on Sugarland for somewhere from eternity to forever.