.:j:. JUNKER CONGRESS MESSAGE DUMP

[TFinnegan]

*Bridge of the Wake*
*Invergordon Docks, Inverness*

*Finn stands, hands behind back, in full dress kilts*
Congressmen.
*nods, frowning*
Today I regretfully tender my resignation from Congress.
Oi leave ye fine folk today nae 'cause o' some ethics violation, or embezzlement, or anythin' so tawdry as bein' found in a compromisin' position wif th' Arbiter's best gal. Though I did try me best.
*grins slightly*
Nor do Oi leave ye 'cause o' some great rift in th' Congress what causes us ta row n' runction like northies n' southies. Though, again, Oi tried me best.
*smiles openly*
Nae, my friends.
Oi resign fer purely personal reasons, and cast nae clouds on th' Congress what Oi loves wif all me heart.
I'll stand by ye lot as always Oi 'ave, an' nary will Oi turn me eyes from ye should ye need ol' Finn.
Oi's a Junker. Born n' raised, an' hope ter die 'at way.
Oi feel's tha' me n' me lads, Clan Gordon o' Inverness, can best serve th' Junker Nation as a whole, if I chuck these Congress robes an' go back to me ol' ways.
Besides, ye e'er see a Congressman in a barfight? 'S been a far sight too long since Oi knocked out some rotter's teef jus' fer lookin' at me sideways.
*cracks knuckles*
An' I intend ter warm me some barstools in th' bloody near future 'ere, now wha' Oi can.

*smile fades, replaced by a grim frown, hangs head while looking at the camera*
Tim Finnegan, Coileach an Taobh Tuath, Clan Chief o' th Gordons, stands firmly at your beck an' call.
S' Just time me n' mine got back to what we're actually good at.
Bein' junkers.
Tha' Congress robe 'as begun ta chafe a bit.
S' time I hung it up, dusted off me old kilts an' called up Niverton for some *cough* passengers bound for Malta.

*bows deeply*
Oi'm at yer service, Congress, as always.
If ye'll 'ave me still as friend an' fellow.

One final time...
-Wake out.

*Screen Snow*

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