Precursors damn this weather.

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[click]

((Erol's a sourpuss and doesn't look forward to having to meet new people. And be relatively nice to them. ||D;))

[Click of the comm turning on, followed by a muttered curse]

This is Commander Erol. Someone report, now.

Whoever the fuck put this comm here, respond. Joke's over. Where are you hiding?

If this is your doing, eco freak, by Mar I swear you will not get away from me again, you son of a bitch.

Somebody REPORT!