Deeply Felt Rivalries

It is time, Interpol, to raid Brit's, downtown Minneapolis.  Take all receipts that are American Express cards.  They are all CIA agent business expense accounts.  Reach all of those parties and put them on payment plans to pay back all of those funds to The U.S. Treasury, directly.  No business was done there except deceit.  Ms. figure skater instructor who works there, you will now deal with a basement in North Minneapolis and Interpol "intelligence gatherers."   I have been to Brit's before, but I have not been in over 2 years.  You do not know my signature, and you have no tape of me there at ANY time.  I WAS on business when I was there.  I am THE GHOST.  The man in the back is the HEAD HOBBIT, and knows me well.  He is Scottish divinity, and knows how to imbibe professionally while serving an infinite number of people, with a multitude of sins.  I guess I just view you all in my mind's eye today.  Your ship has been rocking uncontrollably for years.  By the way, I have never told you that I am 25% IRISH.  Steadiness will now come in the presence of IRA divinities stopping in, daily.  Let's see how brave, sane, and silent you are then.  I have seen you all be too coocoo for coco puffs.  Maybe I am just a minstrel playing my fiddle in the night.