Cannot take this any longer!
Alright, that is it! I’ve had enough!
I’m trying to meditate, in my room, have some calm time to myself, and what do I get? The Little Plastic Green Beret abseiling into my room via the ventilation, telling me that they’re setting up a tactical ambush against Shirley, or something of the sort, and that they’re commandeering this space as their vantage point. And I have no say in the matter, and because I’m a ‘civillian’ in this war, I must immediately vacate the premises. And then when Shirley comes trotting down the corridor, they blew my door off to ambush her!
Tomorrow at three o clock (GMT) is our midweekly meeting. Jared, you are to bring the LPGB. Ben, you are to bring Shirley (I don’t care if you have to drag her, or what she does to your eyes, you get her to that meeting!). Neither party is to bring arms! We are sitting down and we are going to come to some kind of truce between both parties. If we cannot agree to something, someone is going to have to go, and with all the trouble they’ve caused, I’m more inclined to get rid of the LPGB. I am sorry to everyone who thinks I’m being unreasonable, but the trouble this little war of theirs is causing is more unreasonable than me.
Three o clock (GMT). Briefing room. Anyone who fails to turn up will be given the dubious honour of being Phoenixia’s sex slave for a month.