Gentlemen, please join me in welcoming a new Associate, Zodiac, to the Firm. Mr Zodiac will be performing Trafficker duties, and seems to be a very quick learner. He is currently based at Rochester, and is working on the required Junker paperwork. His Credit Union account has a nice balance, and he may only require minimal direction in furnishing his new "Office".
Mr, Yorktown, if you please, I am tasking you with showing Mr. Zodiac our "short" route. If I'm in the area, I will make an appearance to greet our new Associate in person.
Further, Mr. Yorktown, I find the silence deafening. I had assumed that with your new position as VP of Sales that you would have at least acknowledged your promotion and given a word or two of encouragement to the lads in your Division. Did my Pineal tell me a little white lie about your potential and abilities? Awaiting proof that my decision to spare your life was indeed justified.
I have also seen our long-lost Associate Mr. Fowler recently. I'm sure we're all relieved that Fowler is not languishing in some drafty cell somewhere. Welcome back, Fowler.
Mr Yorktown, I would also like you to oversee a survey of our current Associates and their status with London Drugs, Inc. Our beloved CEO Mr. Kinpin needs the information for our Quarterly Sector Tax Report, which he has been a bit remiss in attending to. (Read: Faction Status, King!)
Gentlemen, Ship's Registry has graced my Office with my new title. I'm sure we'll be seeing you frequently on the trade routes. I have changed my Raider's Registry to reflect a new responsibility and direction; but, I will be sure to wave in passing from the "Flaxrunner" as well.
That's it, Gents. No orders from the Board. Direct your Sales issues and inquiries to our new VP. He apparently doesn't have much to do at the moment.