ACKW02
NUMBER: ACKW02
PRIORITY: DINER
DATE: 29-5-17
CUSTOMER & ORDER: PEREZ, AFFOGATO
SERVER: MANAGER
No.
Sorry, my golden dove, but no. I've made it quite crystal that I've been on the fence about this whole Cafe and Diner nonsense. See, I was rather content doing our little ginger beer jobs while working out a way to get this bloody Wicked bastard out of our heads. Do you know why? The chuffin’ real reason why? Because the ginger beer jobs paid, and paid well. Simple as. Chasing a gamma ray cherry hogg ‘round the Keys for the sake of "cafe charity" has nothing to do with the Wicked, with the Dark, and, most importantly, getting paid. We can't all live off of our parents' bread and honey forever, can we?
Besides, your parents hate me on principle. Even with my parents disowning me, I'm still a Myerscough in their mince pies. If they knew that their proud and noble Canine Langley was paying the way for a clever Feline Mysercough, hell would break loose, choice? Or have you forgotten the Christmas hammer and tack it California I spent outside? Trust me, golden dove, I haven't. It was right Dickensesque. So if there's no bread or honey involved, there's hardly any point in us wasting our own nickels and dimes on it. Even if there was a bit of bread involved—it's a bloody bleating mucker, isn't it? Even if there was some sap lookin' to pay us to send that thing back, they wouldn't pay more than a few quid—at most.
It's not even worth the practice, is it? What, do you really think Umbra's Dark is going to be a whole hoard of bleat-muckers? Hardly. Even if this bleat-mucker, what'd you call him? Perez? Even if this Perez was the most important, most crucial aspect to all of Umbra's plans—he's still a bleat-mucker. Dime a literal monkey’s cousin they are. Also, what do you expect? The Keys are in the bloody Gulf of Mexico, choice? It's right along the usual faults that they take to end up in the China's chip.