Anyhow, the COTG have become an integral part of our happy hoedown society and I'm certain they will do yeoman duty over here.
Now I don't suppose I can just go around Lagos with a small army of Scots (in full tilt kilt) shouting "alright you scammers meet me at the main train station and bring the money or we'll
eat you alive!" Maybe, I could get Sam to start putting shipments of those big black pots through the portals. You know leave pallets of them stacked all around town to show that we're looking to render down the situation as it were. At least we are trying which is more than I can say for your secret polices.
This is Texino and I'll be back with some tips on revolutionary police work and possibly some recipes.