A letter from Dr. Mojo to the Zoner Community

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*Audio file*

Hello there robed important looking granite-chiselled person,

Can't pronounce your name. Too many consonants. Way too many vowels. Causing my tongue to swirl around like .oiuojemrlriu

Ermagawd teng meh teng...

Wait. Okay. All good. Maybe. Tongue's back. We're in business.

So, I'm broadcasting from Freeport 9. Oh The Nine. Where you have several fighters and what not. I saw a tank in the biodome the other day. What the hell are you thinking? You'll destroy the cabbages you fool!

But here's the thing: I'm not scared of you. Or your fancy words. I worship cabbage. THE ONE TRUE GOD AMONGST ALL MORTALS AND IMMORTALS. Screw your tanks.

Most of all, broadcasting about taking people to rooms and not allowing them to broadcast? Saying we'll only let them out once the "situation" is handled, when we all know The Order won't back down? Oh that codswallop my deer feathered amigo thing makes you look like a liar. Worse, it makes you look like the fabled OSI, which probably stole the word liar from someone else and then claimed to invent it. Someone should really check the history books.

So yeah, I'm making my voice heard. Screw you and your lies. I'd rather have my rear end invaded by parts of a nomad whilst pleasuring a Corsair then kowtow to your way of thinking.

Good luck dying fool.



-Mike Rotch.
King of The Nine.
Barman.
Zoner Extraordinaire.
Saviour of Sirius.
Better than you.

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Anything I say is not intended as offensive, and to try and deliberately misinterpret it as such would be an attempt at trolling via misrepresentation.

It's not a conspiracy, it's localised bias. They're not intelligent enough to form a conspiracy.