To the Junker Congress

[TFinnegan]

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

*Finn steples his fingers and glares at the screen*
What, pray tell, are you on about, mate?
Sounds like ye be tryin' ta make hay out of a sticky situation what's happ'nin near Trafalgar.
*frowns*
Lemme tell ye'z, The .:j:.Junkers Congress isnae amused, not a we bit.
Ye keep tryin ta poke a stick inta th' wasp nest, an' we'll be sure ta fling some honey your way, boyo.
Aye an' as the ALG has ne'er been at odds with th' Junkers, ye just made yerself unwelcome at Trafalgar Station for a good long while, ye did.
*shakes head*
Bloody Mollys! Ye be too deep in yer wheskey, it seems.
Go an' sleep it off, lad.

Wake out.
*screen snow*

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