Congregational Meeting - Junker's Town

[TFinnegan]

*commscreen flickers, Tim's age-wrinkled visage appears, smiling mirthfully*

Hoy, an top o'th mernin' t'ya lads.
Oi cannae be sure'n ef ye lot ken this ol' space salt, but Oi 'opes ye'z do.
Bit of a spot since Oi joined onna these 'ere meetins, an feck all ef Oi knows 'ow to 'elp - seein's how me Congress colors be collectin' dust - but if ye lot think Oi can, Oi bloody will, aye.

An' afore any o' ye sots arsks, Oi been busy keepin' an eye on them Marauder 'alfwits from Clan Gordon Hall, Invergordon, enjoyin' me retoirement.

*Tim points past his shoulder, where you can see a window overlooking white sand beach and clear blue seas*
Aye an' me proivate digs on Curaçao hae aye helped calm this rusty ol' dog a peg, as well, an' sure.

*Tim twists up his mouth in a mock sneer*
Thanks fer nae stoppin' by ter visit, ye buggers - ye lot'd stink up a Leeds pig farm.
Only onna ye lot done visited were aye Mia an' Jimmy-lad. Where be them scoundrels anyway?

*flashes a vulgar (but friendly) V sign, turns and dumps himself into a worn leather seat, kilts askew, one leg over the arm of the chair*

Aye, an' please do bloody proceed William, me auld mate...

*grabs a pint mug from offscreen, quaffs heartily*

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