Alright, who the fuck took a chunk out of my building?

*restless pacing, voice fading in and out as he walks past the range of the microphone and then back in*

...of all the gods-damned people that could've... ...rotten lousy motherfucking bastard...

...colder'n Shiva stuck... ...goddamned son of a bitch.

Never wanted to... ...comes near my airships again I ain't gonna show that fucker any mercy.

Why the hell do I have to deal with this shit!

*sound of a fist hitting a desk*

Alright. Any of you lot got any idea why the hell this damned thing keeps trying to tell me why I've got a shop in this place, when I know f'r damned sure I've never been here before in my life?