BMAD07
RECEIPT AS OF: 8/23/01
BARISTA ON DUTY: ESPRESSO
RECEIPT FILED AS: BMAD-07
Wicked Witches, it wasn't that bad, though it is neat to know the CaDCom can do that. Me and Doppio were just put to sleep, not dead or anything. Physically we're a-okay. Mentally? Drained. Boy! We hadn't experienced Mrs. Ballard's nightmares yet. And now that we have, they’re rough! Well, our house is plenty big enough if anyone else wants to stay the night. Since the kids moved out, we have three guest bedrooms and the living room. Should be enough space. And, hey, don't forget… movie night next Friday!
So! Wow! Mrs. Ballard sure is a piece of work, huh? And she's working with someone to make all of those… what did Romano call them again, "tags?" Tagging up the city! It's worth noting that just before the CaDCom system sent out our rush order, one more customer was captured in the transcript, that three-faced neerdowell Mrs. Weyer. Based on what was said, it's hard to say if she's the one Ballard is working with or if she was there to give 'em the old one-two. If what she said to my Moon Beam is true, she might've been there to put a stop to Ballard because she's bad for business.
In any case, Mrs. Ballard is likely still out there sprinkling her nightmares about. It'd do no good to send her back to Ottawa right now as she'd easily slip back into the States using her tags. So, Doppio and I believe the best course of action now would be to figure out how to shut her unauthorized airports down for good. Then we can have Galao send her packing. Assuming Galao can do that to her kind. Eh, even if she can't just will her back, she can't put us all to sleep, even if she is a massive bore. It takes Mrs. Ballard about half a second to put someone to sleep, and then she feeds for another five or so seconds. Between all of us, that should be enough time to tackle her or something.