Well, well—look what the vacuum dragged in! A Zoner in my office? How delightfully uncommon. I assume you’re eyeing that siege bounty, and honestly, that’s music to my ears, sweetheart.
Plenty of easy credits floating around—so many soft targets it’s practically a clearance sale. The Corsairs are stumbling about so drunk we’ve begun to suspect “intoxicated” is their default state.
Anyway, Mr. Holst, you’re officially on the board. Go scoop up that easy cash—and try not to trip over any sloshed pirates when undocking, hm?
