Excerpt from the President’s Business Log:
My, oh my. I keep thinking things can’t get any worse and then they do. I came into my office today only to find it had been beat and smashed to pieces. It was like an explosion had gone off in the room. Spray painted on the wall was the message “You face is next if you don’t pay your Union dues by tomorrow.” Things have really taken a perilous turn there so I decided it was probably better to go into more debt rather than be paying for facial reconstruction later. I tried to withdraw what I needed through my credit cards only to find out that they had already been maxed out! I was stupefied and then I looked over the purchases and saw that they were for all the kinds of things Lucy’s been asking me for. She must have gotten my card information and is now using it to make all kinds of extravagant online purchases. I’ve been calling and texting her for the past 9 hours but she hasn’t responded and I get no answer or see any signs of life at her apartment so I don’t know where she’s taken off too. I tried breaking in but then a neighbor walked by and I had to make a quick exit and now I’m scared to go back there in case I’m spotted again and have to start answering questions about why I’m there.
The only thing keeping me from jumping off the Hocotate High Suspension Bridge is that Kenny the Killer finally came by today with the weapons he needs smuggled to his client. We got them loaded up in Ol’ Bessie, which is what I call our first transport ship. It was with Ol’ Bessie that I started this company so many years ago. With Olimar and Louie both using our modern and usual transport ships, all I have available right now is Bessie. It’s a little worrying since we haven’t fired up Bessie for some time now as she needed to be modernized and updated and the cost didn’t seem worth it. I’m hoping she’s still got one last delivery run in her right now. It could make a big difference for me here.
At some point, I got a message from Olimar say he was happy to report that he was able to take some time and increase his Pikmin workforce. He’s now got more of his red Pikmin workhorses again which he got from.. yadda, yadda, yadda. Must be nice having a bunch of workers to help you out. I’d love to know how that feels someday. Instead I’m stuck back here doing everything on my own to hold things together. At least I’ve got one friend to give me some comfort. This bottle of rum that I’ve kept hidden in the roof of my office. Sweet rum, you’re the one that can make everything, everything, feel alright, alright.
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