<knock on metal door>
Duty Scrub: Emperor Mammon? . . . Your Vileliciousness?
Mammon: <half asleep> I dunwanna go to school Ma . . .
Duty Scrub: Sir?
Mammon: huh? Your not Ma . . .
<Pulling the sheets over Xennor's head trying to conceal him>
WTF DO YOU WANT AT . . . What time is it?
Duty Scrub: Your Evilosity it's 1145 hours.
Mammon: <lighting a smoke and cracking open a diet coke>
GDI how many times have I told you to not wake me before Noon?
If it's not time for my colonic scrubbing from the Top Free Equality broad . . .
<seeing no topless green chicks>
This better be good or I'm gonna rape your dog.
Duty Scrub: But your Immorality. . . We got word from the shipyards.
And I dont have a dog, I'm a cat person. I have a orange tabby.
Mammon: Those dirty bastards!
If they are asking for a raise I swear to Luci . . .
What did they say?
Duty Scrub: It was a short message, rather cryptic as well . . .
Mammon: For Hell's Sake you poster boy for cunnilingus , Spit it Out!
Duty Scrub: The Message read as follows . . . " It is finished."
Mammon: "it"? "It"?! "IT"!!!
<dancing gleefully naked down the hall towards the CDC>
I gots me a Deathstar! I gots me a Deathstar!
<briefly pauses and coughs up a hairball>
Oh BTW you HAD an orange tabby.
'Sir Sweet Smoochies' wasnt sweet, and didnt taste like oranges at all!
<continuing his naturistic krumping>
I gots me a Deathstar!

The Death Star is a unspeakably powerful and horrific weapon constructed by
Mammon at 0439hrs on 12 Sep (server time). It will be the first of many in the Drow Armada.
The immense space station carries a weapon capable of destroying all
planetary defenses, and even entire moons. The Death Star is to be an
instrument of terror, meant to cow treacherous worlds with the threat of
annihilation. The massive station is evidence of the power, soon to be all
consuming, that is the Drow Alliance in Ogame.