"...Just in time. I hastened to Empire Avenue and into the main Fisheries Hall just as the marilyn was about to leave, still barefoot and carrying her pail. The serene, enchanting smile was gone however, replaced by one of the more adorable pouts I'd seen in quite some time. But this was not a time for shy adoration from afar. She was clutching a measly five clam bill in her other hand, obviously hoping for more, especially since that piefish was big enough to be identified from a runabout 120 meters away!<br><br>Such an injustice! Unfortunately all too typical for the thugs that masquerade as public servants these day. But this was not the time to reflect quietly about the sad state of the Empire either. It was time for action..."