That offer to visit Cantril is still open. I promise that we won't defend our entrenchments very hard. In fact, I believe Estonite troops would be greeted as liberators. 
I would, man. But I only go to parties if my wing-man comes along with me; ya know, help me score. But, my wing-man Darka, is being a total douche about goin' to the Cantril party. I'm all like 'dude, gonna be hot cagilans there!' and he's all like 'nah brah, I heard those dweeb talermites gunna be all up in that place, not cool.' So, yeah, we're stuck here chillin at Nazamroth's drinkin slushies and tryin to get somebody to go inside the station and buy us some cigarettes. Sucks big ones, brah.
