Well now you?ve done it. I?m pissed. That?s right. Pissed. Of course one has to wonder why a term meaning urinating has anything to do with being angry, but I digress.
Where was I? Oh yes. Hopping mad.
Why you ask? Well, I?ll tell ya why. It?s as Sister Franklin said. R-E-S-P-E-C-T.
Here I am. A high level bureaucrat in the Kzinti Hegemony, Ministry of Information in fact. I?ve spent years of my life amassing wealth just so I could share it with the less fortunate. Oh the poor orphans I have helped. <pauses to wipe away a tear>
I?ve worked selflessly for the Universal Church of Hedonism. Spreading joy, relaxation and free penicillin to all corners of the quadrant.
And what to I get in return from these ?self appointed? Lords of the news Comms lines? I GET CALLED A &*)*(@)*(&@_(&*@*(&_ ENSIGN!!!
ME!! J?INN!!! KILLER OF THE DISHONORED!!!! HELPER OF THE LOWLY!!! 10% OFF DISCOUNT GIVER TO SINGLE WOMEN AT ALL KZINTI CASINO!!! ME!!!!! AN ENSIGN!!!???
Ensign!? Ptui!! I kill off at least 10 Kzinti Ensigns a day! I can eat 2 human Ensigns just for a snack. I AM NO ENSIGN!!!
Why I?m so mad I may actually not be able to have my midday snack. Grrrr!! Now what am I supposed to do with this stupid cow? You Admins have no consideration of the delicate feelings of your superiors obviously!
Why I never! Ensign! Ptttthhhhh! Mere military rank does not suit my personage! Let?s face it. A military lifestyle is just not for someone as sophisticated as myself.
So I hereby demand that my ?rank? be changed immediately to something suitable. Superior Sentient Being perhaps. Actually, I like the title ?Lord? better. Yes, that would be appropriate. Lord J?inn. Yes, that will do I suppose.
Make it so. NOW!!
Thank you for your time.