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Sender: Ayem ibn Sina, Familia.
Location of Source: Malta, Omicron Alpha
To: The Office of Minister Ramirez
Subject: Child Ramirez
Creature,
An anachronism vomits its poison down the fresh bosom of the Commonwealth, despoiling the carefully tended gown, beading on the yet unripe flesh. The poison? Stupidity. All creatures that live will die. You are not a Spirit to ascend above this, and as such death holds its sway over your soul. We may be long-lived, creature, but we are not immortal. Perhaps you should find time to recall this.
"What use have I for you", words directed at another Maltan. What use have the people of Malta have for you, creature? Perhaps fertiliser for the Cardamine fields, or would you taint even that with your unrestrained flailing? Power you wield without efficiency, without grace or accuracy. Are you a deserving custodian? I think it far from the case that the Maltan people deserve you.
This, creature, is what a threat looks like.
Threaten me, and I shall fracture your treasured syndicate from base to highest peak.
Claim to be a Minister? Act the part.
Deliberate with your fellows, and speak not without deliberation. Otherwise your words will be taken as they are, the ravings of an individual.
My respect is for those Ministers of the Commonwealth that have proved themselves possessing sanity.