To: The Empire of Kusari

[Emperor Tekagi]

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Ξ Ξ Ξ Ξ ❀ From: Ayaki Kanokoki
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Ξ Ξ Ξ Ξ ❀ To: That confused Corsair
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Ξ Ξ Ξ Ξ ❀ Subject: Are you ok? Do you need help?

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Hey, uh.

I am normally not a fan of this whole neural-net messaging stuff but I felt so sad for you, I just had to do this.
Hi, I'm Ayaki Kanokoki, song writer and master of the piano and keyboard for Iki-Iki Gari. Look, you might go "Who?" but I don't care about you being uncultured.
We happen to be this "depravity" you think about, what a dirty lonely man you must be - like, who hides behind a silly picture like this if not someone lonely and hoping for depravity themselves? Sorry to disappoint, Corsairs are generally filthy and we're a band, not strippers. Go ahead and blame the way Interspace codifies "cargo", including human cargo.

Our Imperial Cuteness was not on board the vessel either, sorry to disappoint you again. Don't know if nobody told you before your "tax collection" (such nonsense, really) but the Sunekosuri is a privately operated vessel by her family and business. Paid by them, used by them, frequented by lots of guests. Think about the Hawaii but much more stylish and dignified, for a reference you might be able to grasp. Why wouldn't they just give no two thoughts about you and leave the area? Honestly I should have done the same, come to think of it.. but nobody seems to care about you, so Ayi-Ayaki will be there for you. At least here. For once. Don't hope for more but feel free to tune in to our songs, these might even put a smile on your grumpy, hidden probably hideous face! We intend to stay on board for longer but I'm afraid your attitude won't make it so you end up on the guest list. Oh and if you disrupt one of our performances, I'll see for a Hogosha to send a pipe bomb straight to your home on Crete.

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Anyway, enough about this. I am awesome, you're probably not.
Bye-bye~
- The great Ayi-Ayaki!

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