To Lane Hackers

[The Joker]

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[INCOMING TRANSMISSION]
[HOLOGRAPHIC PROJECTION APPEARS]

<span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:100%][font=Trebuchet Ms][color=#9999FF]You're no different than the people you're fighting against. [color=#33CC00]All these rules... Come on. You've got dozens of amateurs flying around Sirius in their little boxes, [color=#33CC00]using your toys without approval. And when a nice guy like me asks you for permission - you say "perhaps another time"? Hm.

Let me tell you about this guy I met on Mactan base before this storm took place. He's really nice. What was his name? He's a real comedian, we laughed like hell. He told me a lot about 'ackers, things I didn't know, good things actually. He also mentioned his family and his lovely wife whom he really adores. Oops. Did I say "adores"? I ment "adored" because later that day I cut off his ugly 'acker head, painted a bloody smile over it, and sent it to his eternal love. Of course, I did that after he went to Vespucci, to that SUPERMARKET above clouds, to get me my turrets. I thought you guys knew about this.

My. Turrets. Beautiful. Red. Lights. Mine.

It's strange... No matter how many times I do it, I always get really intrigued of people's behavior and what they are ready to do in their final moments, when moaning, begging or fighting for their lil' lives. This one begged that I don't send my Thugs after his precious family. He begged as if the end of the world was coming. So sad. So dramatic. So... nothing. See what you made me do? In a way, you killed one of your own guys, hee hee aha ha ha. It's really all your fault.

Oh oh oh. As for your sweet Liberty civilians that you're fighting for; don't you worry a thing. Soon they will find out the meaning of real oppression. I'm just waiting for this freakin' storm to pass.

I liked that guy but I really can't remember his name. I must have... slipped my mind completely.

[HOLOGRAPHIC PROJECTION DISAPPEARS]
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