>>5377513>>5377513Here's my counteroffer. Access to my other "neighbors" in Mexico. An even territory-for-territory exchange. Much more fair than what you were offering me, which was less than 8 gold per territory. That was a good joke, cabrón, I almost believed you for a second! ¡Jajajajaja, not really! Anyway, if drunken playtime is over, here is the serious business I would like to discuss with you. Here are the territories we'd swap for our East Coast USA territories. An even trade. And remember, if you can wrangle your Atlantean pardner into the deal, you get a theme park (fort) worth over 1000 gold. Nothing to sneeze at, gringo, unless you're a blind man. Even though you've already insulted me and scoffed at a glorious shining beacon of entertainment unlike you've ever dreamed of. So yes, my offer stands, and your offer is the instant rambling of a strung out idiot who can't handle his Med-X.
If you want to send the reaper, puto, we'll show you that even death may die. You don't want a ninja deathclaw showing up at your doorstep at 2AM. If you continue insisting on trying to buy my territories for less than a weekend jet binge with a ghoul prostitute, or make another empty threat in my direction, then I'll have to assume you're mocking not only me, but all my powerful and honorable friends as well.
Of course, there'll be no hard feelings should you decide to remain neutral in all this. S.P.E.R.M. is for everyone, and we believe you'll come to the right decision when the time comes, I was just assuming that time is now, but perhaps you're a slow learner. We're rooting for you, Walt. We hope to see you in the winner's circle with the rest of us. Vaya con díos, ese.
If there is a SNAFU with Atlantis and they don't want to join but you do, we will be needing our fort back from that land. If it's not possible to move it until I have enough NS or gold or something like that, the trade will have to be delayed until the terms are met and I have relocated Powderland.
Just remember, traitors to SPERM get burnt in an oil drum and their entire family watches, then gets cut up into pieces. Bite sized chunks, to be precise. For the feral hounds. But I don't think I need to remind you where the fuck you are, amigo. Let me know if I need to send someone to translate that, gringo.
