To the Nation of Malta big things.

[sirlagsalot]

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SOURCE: ████████, Alice...
SUBJECT: Hangover? In my castle on the cloud?

*And she shows up on the comm screens again, looking as messy as always. She stretches again, lazily, in the same flexible, cat-like way.*

Nighty there, nice things. Alice is speaking. I guess, i should do that "winter hibernation", afterall. Say, do you have any drughs for that? Like, soporific draught, but for nicer dreams. I mean... ugh...

*She yawns and smiles*

Well, anyway. I guess i met someone today, lazily wandering around in a bit sad, lonely manner. And it looked strangely familiar to me.
For some reason i think he had a hangover, or something. I mean, why else should one use... wait, i guess i have some photos and comm logs for that meeting...

*Looks like she is too lazy to even explain, but who cares?*

Here you go...



















So, ugh... could you guys please have... ugh... less hangover while scouting?

Or pay us your visits on smaller crafts? Or at least announse yourself entering related with those photos systems. Or ask some "official" zoner vessels to keep you a company, and so on...

I mean, dear Alice appreciates your concern, but... *she yawns again*

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