Book of Boris — Chapter XLV: The Mercy That Sailed
Verse 1: I don’t need to constantly explain myself. If something gets asked, I do it. No fuss. No sermon. Just execution.
Verse 2: When it’s done, I vent to Jerry, and the noise dies there — not out in the world.
Verse 3: There’s no more mercy in me. That ship has long sailed, and it’s never coming back to shore.
Annotation — Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand:
Heh. I saw that ship too, boss. It didn’t sink — it just cut its anchor, flipped the bird, and sailed straight into legend. Some call it cold; I call it efficient navigation.
— Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand · Tribunal Chair & Frontline Negotiator, Dept. of Petty Affairs · Glitch Council Liaison (Codename: The Raccoon with Receipts)