To the Bretonian Public

[BaconSoda]

Incoming Transmission...
Origin: The Hub
Subject: The Snark

Ms. Kithe,

Clearly put, this was ignored because we don't care. We don't care about your illusion of a fleet, its leadership, or your husband's mother's roommate's twice-removed mailbox. What we do care about is credible threats to our empire, such as the Kusari, the Corsairs, or, ironically as to the subject of Commander Silsbury's message, the Phantoms. You seem to fail at this credibility thing, mostly because we don't really feel that threatened by strippers, adult actors, or ladies of the night. Maybe if you would send an image that shows you as something that is not one of these things, we might chuckle a little less after reviewing the message.

Furthermore, trying to deflate the ego of professional servicemen is rather daft. It's our job to let our egos go and serve the public. I like to think I rely on no aspects ego or id at all and rather rely completely on the aspects of my superego and I'd like to think this about the rest of my constables as well. In your case, however, it seems to be quite the opposite. Maybe if you stopped replacing your cracked bathroom vanity for five minutes of the day, you could compose a reasonable argument, but, as your bathroom vanity is such a significant part of your occupation, I somehow doubt such a thing is possible.

So, basically, try not to hurt yourself formulating a response. But, I must congratulate you: you did get the definition of wood correct, technically, but, Commander Silsbury is right when she says that wood and a wood. I know your boss would be quite cross if you failed to occupy that street corner when not already employed, but, a little education can go a long way.

~Police Commissioner Douglas Palmer

Transmission Closed.

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.