Topic: ATTN: ALL RACES ON SG4

[KAT J'inn]

IMPERIAL LYRAN DEPARTMENT OF STATE AND SHUFFLEBOARD


The Lyran people are interested in discussing treaties, alliance, trade whatever.  We believe in diplomacy.   We love diplomacy.  We will honor any such treaty for as long as we desire.  Maybe even longer.

However, if we ever find a treaty to have been entetred into in bad faith, we will  TEAR OUT THE ENTRAILS OF THE WRONG DOER.

This message does not reflect the views of the Klingon or Romulan Empires.  Nor does it reflect the views of Coalition High Command.   We are Lyrans, we do what we wish, when we wish.

So please, call one of our helpful State Department Operators now.   We're here to help.  We're here to deal.  We're here to work out mutually profitable deals.

Call 1-800-GO-LYRAN.  NOW!!

And remember . . .   if you haven't talked to Hexx,  you haven't lived.







The Lyran Empire reserves the right to reneg on any treaty at any time.  Don't whine about it!



 

[KBF-Angel Slayer]

If you want to discuss it with the Wabbit Killer, my number is 1-800-EAT-7448.  I don't negotiate.

[KAT J'inn]

*sigh*


People are sooooooooooooooooo touchy these days.   This has nothing to do with Coalition High Command.

Gosh, if you can't trust Lyrans who can you trust?

This Universe is going to hell in a handbasket, I swear.

[KBF-Angel Slayer]

Oh, I trust a Lyran.  About as far as I can throw a Gorn, but I trust them.     I also have full faith in our government, too.

[GDA-S'Cipio]

S'Cipio sat at his desk and studied the latest announcement from the self-styled "Overlord", J'inn.  A strange smell had come in with the paper.  The smell could have come from the fact that J'inn had typed on the same paper he'd wrapped his fish sandwich in, but S'Cipio didn't believe it.  The tiger may have changed his stripes but he was still the same old J'inn.

He buzzed for S'Treleg and asked for a microscope..

AHA!  A few seconds of magnified searching was all he required to find the problem:

The Lyran Empire reserves the right to reneg on any treaty at any time.  Don't whine about it!

S'Cipio began typing his own release:

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From:  Current Tri-Bruce Commisson Chairman, S'Cipio Rex.  (May his chocodilles last forever.)
To:  All Gorn captains engaged in the current struggle to free the Orion Slave Girls from bondage (to others).

Be it known that the High Bruce Lords of Ghdar hereby declare the immediate vicinity around Overlord J'inn of the Lyran High Command -- wherever he may be at the time -- to be a weapons free zone.  (You may also kill Hexx; just don't tell anybody. Not that they'd care if you did.)

Carry on, and may liberation fly with you.

-S'Cipio

[KAT J'inn]

S'Cipio sat at his desk and studied the latest announcement from the self-styled "Overlord", J'inn.  A strange smell had come in with the paper.  The smell could have come from the fact that J'inn had typed on the same paper he'd wrapped his fish sandwich in, but S'Cipio didn't believe it.  The tiger may have changed his stripes but he was still the same old J'inn.

He buzzed for S'Treleg and asked for a microscope..

AHA!  A few seconds of magnified searching was all he required to find the problem:

The Lyran Empire reserves the right to reneg on any treaty at any time.  Don't whine about it!

S'Cipio began typing his own release:

===================

From:  Current Tri-Bruce Commisson Chairman, S'Cipio Rex.  (May his chocodilles last forever.)
To:  All Gorn captains engaged in the current struggle to free the Orion Slave Girls from bondage (to others).

Be it known that the High Bruce Lords of Ghdar hereby declare the immediate vicinity around Overlord J'inn of the Lyran High Command -- wherever he may be at the time -- to be a weapons free zone.  (You may also kill Hexx; just don't tell anybody. Not that they'd care if you did.)

Carry on, and may liberation fly with you.

-S'Cipio

FINE!!  Kill the messager. 

Pea brained lizard heathens.   

Hey, we're too busy killing frog to worry about you guys.