It doesn't matter if you possess the rightful claim to the Iron Throne of Westeros. Our jails will hold you. We're enlisting the crowd to find you. Come to think of it, if you've got a phone, we've already found you. You'll see us momentarily.
We've read the file on you. We don't think you're seaworthy. We doubt you'll stay in the sky. Your tactics are ineffective. This isn't a firefight you can win. You know what kind of fate you're in for. We are the reason why no gangster is living in paradise. We are digital and we are legion.
This is a warning. You have until Monday morning to come up with a plan to save yourself. I wish you luck.
