To the Junker Congress

[TFinnegan]

*Bridge of the Wake*
*Trafalgar orbit, New London*

So ye gon' make all o' th' Junkers suffer for your foolishness, is it?

*an evil grin slowly works its way into the corners of Finn's mouth*
"Have it as it lies." me old man used ter say.
'Course he was talkin' boot golf, but it applies 'ere.

Lemme say tha' my man, Murphy, payed ye on MY orders, cause ye be a loudmouf git an' we wished ye ter shut yer trap, nae fer any work ye done.

In fact lad, I'd venture ter say ye gone an UNDONE a whole mess o' work.
Yer lucky th' price on yer heed's nae o'er 20mil, boyo.

*grits teeth*
Th' temptation is killin' me, but me respect for 'yon Molly compatriots is th' only thread preventin me dirk from slicin' oot yer throat.

I'll say this.
the .:j:.Junkers Congress actively protects ALL Junkers. If tha' means I need ter post up some patrol vessels in Dublin, I'll bloody bet tha' me friend Dara O' Gara would refuel em fer nuthin'.

In fact, ye daft bugger, I'm off ter 'ave a long talk with my old friend Dara aboot yer future right now.
*Finn's teeth gleam in his smile*
I suggest lad, tha' ye watch yer be'avior around any Junkers wha' cross yer path.

We know how ta crack pods...
an' vacuum burn's a roight betch.

Wake oot.
*screen snow*

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