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For the gracious TrashRaccoon and her OC, Rex Volker (Hoyt's Baby Sister) 
Commissions are still open for the rest of you lovelies. 
Listen up, kiddo! Piece of history for you! Buck-style! Nah, don't get all wiggly on me. I'm not into Beiber look-alikes! These assholes aren't exactly the Olsen twins when it comes to being likable, sweet and innocent either, though - capiche!? Fresh off the boat from the coastline of Africa, backed by a buccaneer-army of merchs hand-collected from each corner of the continent, starting from Somalia, Mozambique, Nigeria and all the way to Angola, Tunisia and the Algiers - all bought and paid off by daddy's blood-diamond smuggling money from back in the day, the Volkers had a contingency plan once the natives and the local militia didn't exactly welcome them with vuvuzelas, fireworks and confetti like they would any would-be foreign "investors". Smoke the rats out. The Dutch-approach, I like to call it. Excuse my lack of political correctness. But, we're in the bloody jungle, so, nobody is gonna be offended, eh? Uncle Sam will understand. What Hoyt and his Santa's little helper over here did was go straight-out a-wall and Golden Age of Piracy on these motherfuckers. Started burning outposts. Villages. Civilians homesteads. Temples. Fields. Boats. Achres of forest. Land. Anything they could get their grimy, greedy hands on. They've had a thing for fire, even then. Some blockbuster bullshit, if you ask me! So, the idea was - roast them until they back up, die out or surrender. More of a political statement, actually. Post-Apartheid sentiments, if you ask me. You bring what you're taught at home, or so they say. A birdie even told me that they sat around a smoked a pair while it happened and busted out the big bottles with chairs, garden equipment, placed bets on what's gonna catch flame first and everything! But, don't believe everything you hear! Basically, back then there was a new hungry crocodile in a very small pond - and he bit pretty hard. Well, they bit pretty hard, pardon my French. It was a message to your miss-Talugmai. A point proven. Back when Montenegro was still gripping the ends of her skirt like a snot nosed brat and wearing his beaded braids, as it goes. The memo was clear as may-daylight: We're here. We're staying. You better cope with it, dipshits! Citra never did. So Rook burned. Burns today still. Lemme tell you - glad I don't have any sisters. A needless hassle. Only just got divorced from one Gorgon. You're lucky with a pack of brothers between you, Brody - rest Grant's soul. Espiritu Sancti or whatever! Don't need extras. And Rex A. Volker? She's an extra extra, alright.
Commissions are still open for the rest of you lovelies. Listen up, kiddo! Piece of history for you! Buck-style! Nah, don't get all wiggly on me. I'm not into Beiber look-alikes! These assholes aren't exactly the Olsen twins when it comes to being likable, sweet and innocent either, though - capiche!? Fresh off the boat from the coastline of Africa, backed by a buccaneer-army of merchs hand-collected from each corner of the continent, starting from Somalia, Mozambique, Nigeria and all the way to Angola, Tunisia and the Algiers - all bought and paid off by daddy's blood-diamond smuggling money from back in the day, the Volkers had a contingency plan once the natives and the local militia didn't exactly welcome them with vuvuzelas, fireworks and confetti like they would any would-be foreign "investors". Smoke the rats out. The Dutch-approach, I like to call it. Excuse my lack of political correctness. But, we're in the bloody jungle, so, nobody is gonna be offended, eh? Uncle Sam will understand. What Hoyt and his Santa's little helper over here did was go straight-out a-wall and Golden Age of Piracy on these motherfuckers. Started burning outposts. Villages. Civilians homesteads. Temples. Fields. Boats. Achres of forest. Land. Anything they could get their grimy, greedy hands on. They've had a thing for fire, even then. Some blockbuster bullshit, if you ask me! So, the idea was - roast them until they back up, die out or surrender. More of a political statement, actually. Post-Apartheid sentiments, if you ask me. You bring what you're taught at home, or so they say. A birdie even told me that they sat around a smoked a pair while it happened and busted out the big bottles with chairs, garden equipment, placed bets on what's gonna catch flame first and everything! But, don't believe everything you hear! Basically, back then there was a new hungry crocodile in a very small pond - and he bit pretty hard. Well, they bit pretty hard, pardon my French. It was a message to your miss-Talugmai. A point proven. Back when Montenegro was still gripping the ends of her skirt like a snot nosed brat and wearing his beaded braids, as it goes. The memo was clear as may-daylight: We're here. We're staying. You better cope with it, dipshits! Citra never did. So Rook burned. Burns today still. Lemme tell you - glad I don't have any sisters. A needless hassle. Only just got divorced from one Gorgon. You're lucky with a pack of brothers between you, Brody - rest Grant's soul. Espiritu Sancti or whatever! Don't need extras. And Rex A. Volker? She's an extra extra, alright.
- Willis Huntley's Notes
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OH MY MY MY ! You keep impressin' me with your talent and your imagination, cutie pie! This is more beautiful than everything I could have imagine. Everythig is perfect about this drawing, especially their pose and their facial expressions, fuuuuuu, look at those two psychos'. Double trouble 
And the little note by Willis is perfect, it's a pretty good and accurate as hell, I can easily imagine Willis recording this for Jason ! Anyway this is so ... Beautiful, I'm touched, really. Be sure I'll commission you for a second one of these infamous relatives, thank you so much my lovely ;w; I absolutely need more of the Big Bro and Baby Sis 
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And the little note by Willis is perfect, it's a pretty good and accurate as hell, I can easily imagine Willis recording this for Jason ! Anyway this is so ... Beautiful, I'm touched, really. Be sure I'll commission you for a second one of these infamous relatives, thank you so much my lovely ;w; I absolutely need more of the Big Bro and Baby Sis heart: