Afternoons and coffee spoons... The lost art of conversation

- "Pardon me for living, I'm sure."
- NO-ONE GETS PARDONED FOR LIVING.
-- (Terry Pratchett, Mort)

The mighty Battle Probe of Doooom strikes again

EVE System > Channel changed to Local : Eifer
Brique Mason > wow dude really
Kane Rizzel > eject or die
Brique Mason > ill give you money if you let me go
Brique Mason > i dont even have gunns on my ship
Kane Rizzel > this is piracy, not a duel
Kane Rizzel > eject or die
Brique Mason > your just a bitch is all...im not worried ill get my revenge
Brique Mason > pussy
Kane Rizzel > good
Kane Rizzel > may it be swift...
Kane Rizzel > bring friends
Brique Mason > look at you...you cant bearly destroy this ship lol
Kane Rizzel > I'm in an astro frigate
Kane Rizzel > how embarrasing for you
Brique Mason > lol i got no gunns
Kane Rizzel > bring guns next time
Brique Mason > oh i will and a crew
Kane Rizzel > lots of em

At this point, with only a sliver of structure left, he ejects and warps his escape pod away before my target lock resolves, an alliance covops frigate decloaks and scans the contents of the now abandoned procurer and we decide the killmail is worth more to us than the contents of the barge...

The mining vessel explodes

Kane Rizzel > you come back soon now ya hear
Brique Mason > your cool
Brique Mason > will do


Should I have taken the money? Maybe, but had the fella been more amenable to civil dialogue I would not have wanted explodey time from the get go.