To: Bretonian PoB Owners

[Thunderer]

Message Class: Textual
Encryption: Tommy Lee Jones
To: Admiral Sir George Richard Hall
From: Admiral Sir Georg Röhrich Hell

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You, Sir, are an imposter.

I am throwing my gauntlet at you. There can only one Admiral Sir of our initials. The cargo bay of the battleship I command, the HMS Earthwirerer, contains a fine load of original Curacao passion fruit tea. You will visit me on my ship infront of New London and will drink five cups of this tea with me. Winner is whoever is the true Bretonian. Winner is who will not get a bulge!

Do you dare to accept my challenge, you rascal?

Sir Georg R. Hell
Admiral
Bretonian Farmed Horses

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Message Class: Textual
Encryption: A Thousand and One Rose
To: Admiral Sir Georg Röhrich Hell
From: Admiral Sir George Richard Hall

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You, "Sir", are an imposter.

I thrust my tongue into my cheek at your insolent jests. A Bretonian admiral and a knight too would never drink imported tea during such a plight that is upon us now. I invite you, instead, aboard the HMS Norfolk, for a cup of national tea, grown on the sweet-scented plantations of Cambridge.

Will you bulge backwards before my challenge?

Sir George R. Hall
Admiral
Bretonian Armed Forces

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