Hoth based, Disgraced.

Thank Zeus I missed out on work this Wednesday. who knows where the communication gap took place, but it meant that i could catch up on sleep, remember the sleepy time tea cozey dozey gig? sometimes there is not enough, like when you are on assignment in the outer regions controled by the Hutt. Creepy times, right? Today was fun, chilly and crisp. running noses, running red lights, and running on empty, Prince. Mad Zone CrissCrossing around the BOS, lightning strike in and out of Cambrodia, and nothing delights me like a lightning strike ops through Cambrodia, those fascists! [cambrodia is cambridge, y'all. watch Flight of the Intruder, with Willem dafoe, get faced, and then ride down the MassAve trail at 1715 hours, you will feel the Hate.
it does not make a difference how Hoth base it gets, as long as the sophistos get brittle and annoyed, let their babies get frostbitten. this is when the errant crossbow Missle pierces the supple flesh; potential snuff-it. forgot to give my man Croth J a big Thanks, for the UN relief burritos in Northampton, cooked up on the fly in the trenches. word Buddy. you are my fricken hero and i love you, we shall spoon later. right, this one goes out to all of the HCR soldiers and their counterParts, and their support staff...:the go Code is Arcadia, Arcadia: rendezvous @ 0700, directorSporteef du jour, remember to request clearance, or else the Flak tower WILL welcome you with a 40mm round. How is your shrapnel sandwich, oswald?

poot out