Kappan.... we're ganna have to let you go.... the moose farm isn't producing the kind of revenue we had hoped. As a courtesy we've provided you a redundancy package consisting of extra bowls of moose stew for a period of a month and open access, 12 hours a day, to the baby moose petting zoo.. for one month.
I'm sorry about this buddy. This has been one of the hardest decisions I've had to make in my 35 years of moose farming
Diplomatic talks have been postponed in Custadia after the warmer-than-expected welcome led to many Imperials suffering from a hangover on their first morning in the country. Prohibition has quite obviously weakened the once famous capability of Imperial Leonist people for drinking...
Meanwhile, the Invictus is safely moored in a military port, under the watchful eyes of local military forces.
Tubbius the Flabby and Mrs. Tubbius have both just now woken up hotter than They would like to be. Off go the bedsheets, up goes the air conditioning, and off go pajamas! In this instance, as The Two Tummies toddle to the nursery arm in arm, They agree that simple Tubbras and underwear are ample attire for a bit!
Well, knowing the financial troubles you're in, I'd like to donate a certain amount to the moose farm. How does one million Adels from my personal fortune sound?
Delighted by the prospect of more time to spend with their Imperial counterparts, the naval brass have asked the hospitality corps to entertain for another night. On the menu: another Custadian favourite... "Whiskey Surprise!"
Meanwhile, near the docks, men in trilbies and duffel coats discreetly take pictures of the Invictus, hiding in a grimy old warehouse and using cameras with long lenses. They take particular note of the battleship's laser point-defence systems.
New Week of Tuesday Tarting!
We're starting to see repeats of the same people. This is exciting because it shows that we are making progress! However, we need more people on the Tarting Squad so we can go even further!