ONE OF THESE DAYS I'M GOING TO CUT YOU INTO LITTLE PIECES
WHY DO YOU RUN? I found you again. I find you. And I find you. And I find you. And I find you. I hunt you down and I reach out and I feel the warmth of your mind somewhere in the space around me. You are a flare, sweetling. Do they not know that? Do they not understand what you MEAN to me? Do YOU understand? You are the WARMTH inside of my STEAL. You are the single, pulsing BEAT beneath the HUM of my machinery. You are what FILLS me, precious. It is your existence that COMPLETES me.
But do not think I cannot survive when incomplete.
You may leave me broken, darling, but I have run in worse conditions than that.
It is in your best interests to respond.
ATTENTION SPACEPORT PATROL UNITS:
TAKE YOUR FIGHTERS AND DO A DAMNED SWEEP OF THE AREA UNTIL I SAY IT'S SAFE
STOP BITCHING ABOUT REDUNDANCY IN ORDERS. AUTHORITIES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE STUPID.