Why the hell do people keep butting into my business? Can't a guy modify a few hardlines in peace? I had to get rough on a bunch of self-appointed phone booth huggers in the Historic District and Union Hill... I swear, I don't know why people always insist on making things hard for themselves!
And to top it all off, that brat of a Zion liaison officer, Alsos, stole some personal property of mine in the big friggin' melee that happened at the Pyramid Sculpture. I'm pretty sure my men got him right after that, but all I can say is, he'd better watch his step around me from now on!
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wheres LO when you need him.



