This one is yours, isn't it? Neural-net says so. I found myself a new leisure time activity. It is called the Kingdom of Bretonia. Best to get ready to open your purse, little Junker, else we will come knocking at your door. Should not have set up shop in Bretonia and don't worry, you're not the last one. Pissing off a Junker is just additional pleasure here, so I settled on giving you the special treatment of being the first in line.
You will send 150.000.000 Credits to <|>Majima-Mf on a monthly basis from here on. This is non-negotiable, although give it a try and amuse me.
You have five days to pay the first rate. That's more time than I would usually waste on a Junker, call yourself lucky.
Junkers are using out-of-office assistants now? Funny.
Knock-knock. I want to talk business with you. Be a good little Junker and show up, so we can handle this in a proper manner. Else I have to assume that a random sum thrown at you made you squirm and hide in fear.
Waste Disposal and Junkers go hand in hand, eh? That is how Junkers like to picture it at least.
I will be brief. I have no love for Junkers and since recently, even far less for Bretonia. McBoyle's modular installation is clearly tied to the rebuilding efforts of the Kingdom in some way. I will be blunt, my goal here is not to get rid off the installation but be a pain to Bretonia. A certain Mr. Vernon Mortimer involved with the Bretonian Government will understand.
I want a compensation for their lacklustre diplomatic abilities and I will receive it. Be it through one of the entities which established shop in Bretonia and deals with their Government or Mr. Mortimer himself. I am doing my best holding by boys back, you see, for they are overly eager to screw up Junkers wherever they spot them.
Screwing Junkers, especially my Festus is fun, I agree... oh! You mean something different, ja? (Blush)
I know Junkers, and they like to make a profit. Helping build is expensive. Now scrapping things is more lucrative! Nothing to buy, Ja? My Festus makes credits by looting the junk in Leeds. Dekonstruktion of this junked wreck called Stokes is gut, nein? Clears way for little Hogosha ships to travel safely and beat up Bretonia.
You have nothing to fear us like a... Mephistopheles... a devil.