"Been a long time since I smoked real Tobacco... Thanks." Jayce said as he followed the Commissar-Captain to the flight deck. "You know, in all honesty, I'm here for 2 reasons. The big one is that I'm just so sick and tired of all them jerk-offs down in Liberty... Especially those scum-sucking IND. Biggest losers I's ever seen, if you ask me. I mean, have you read their Identification cards? '...Richer than you... Prettier than you...' as soon as I read that, I went into a fit of laughter. The IND I was talking to was about the ugliest son of a gun I had ever seen. But I digress... *Begins whispering* I hear the people here are good with their hands, if you catch my drift. I've gotten a bit more flexible since that stunt on Denver... But let's get that behind us, shall we? So, how do I prove I'm serious? I can roll either way, if that's what you mean. That's not what you mean though, is it? I saw those two guys fightin' earlier, and I tell you what, I'm pretty good with a broken beer bottle..."