MEMORANDUM:
To: Urist McNohands
From: Fortress Administration
RE: Recent material requests
While we can appreciate that you valiantly fought off a dozen clowns single-handedly while your demoted-to-Hauler fellow Militiadorfs milled around a few z-levels above the circus, losing your remaining hand and one leg in the process and finally necessitating the creation of a hospital in Smoothbanners Barony after 42 years injury-free, you have been shouting at the top of your lungs about your lack of graspers for several weeks now and we in Administration are sick of your voice cluttering up our notification trumpets. As such, we have decided - under Armok's holy direction - to redistribute you in a more resourceful direction. Report to the butchery immediately and close your eyes. Urist McButcher will take it from there. Then Haul Squad 14 will take you outside for a bit. You will likely be reassigned as a companion to the next caravan to visit Smoothbanners Barony.
To: Urist McAdmin
From: Armok
RE: Child
Your dedication to duty is most inspiring, Commander. However, it is disturbing to My bloodied Eyes to see your firstborn languishing in the cavernous lakes. I have, in My wisdom, removed the need for breath, sustenance, and even liquor from your tiny bodies. However, that does not mean that you should leave your firstborn daughter at the bottom of a waterlogged mineshaft for eight months until she grows large enough to crawl out on her own.
To: Urist McDumbass
From: Fortress Administration
RE: Intelligence, or lack thereof
We assigned you to mining duty because it is almost literally impossible to make a botch job of it. Of course you, having caused the only structural collapse in the history of the Barony, would find a way to misinterpret our instructions in such a way that you unearthed a previously-undiscovered cavern. We congratulate you on this discovery, and regret to hear that you broke both legs and an arm in the process of this discovery. Since your haphazard channeling technique has quite ruined the layout of the former goblin-pit, we are incapable of sending a retrieval specialist at this time. We hope you will bear with us until such time as we locate your current elevation and dig a tunnel to you. Or not. To be honest, this is really all your fault and we have another dozen Legendary miners who can smooth stone faster than you as well. We might just leave you there for a few decades as a sort of lesson. Armok-be-praised that since we don't have to eat or drink, you'll probably survive.
To: What remains of Mason Squad 4
From: Urist McArchitect
RE: Planning failure
When I asked you to wall around the ticket booth after making the floors, I meant for you to do it before the clowns tried to escape. The two of you will get this note should you ever wake up, and the attached notice that you are moved to Hauling, effective upon consciousness.
To: Clowns
From: Armok
RE: Circusgoers
Congrats, guys. You cacked it up again. How am I supposed to get any entertainment out of My creations if you storm their fortress so slowly that they have time to build walls, build a bridge, build a lever, link the lever to the bridge by way of a Novice mechanic, then pull the lever and block off your circus before you get in more than half a dozen kills? Seriously, have some initiative.
((Note: Modded the annoying can't-pick-up-objects-I-have-no-arms message spammer so he would be butchered. I love Runesmith.))