To the Junker Congress

[TFinnegan]

*Bridge of the Wake*
*Heading toward Trafalgar Station*

Right.
*stars streak past in the viewports behind Finnegan*
Appears ye dinnae know how ol' Finn operates, aye?
Oi respond to threats like a starved pitbull.

Any half-wit Lane Hacker on a bender can open this 'ere channel.
Ye wan' talk business, ye call me personal-like.

Ye wan' threaten me on the Bounty Network?
Buckle up tight, lad.
Yer wee fractured Molly nation cannae stand up to the full weight o' th' Congress an' her allies.
I'm like ter think them Mollys, whom I know ter be wise an' witty, would likely disown ye before raising the ire o' th' Junkers.
Throw ye to th' wolves I'd think.

*grins ruefully*
Im comin' ter talk at ye'z, as we speak.
Best ye think hard on yer demeanor, boyo.
One wrong step could make life aye uncomfortable for a fella in your shoes.
On any given day we've thrice th' hardware in New London as ye've got in all'o Dublin.

Wake out!
*slams fist into commpanel*
*screen snow*

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