As Tim found just the bare necessary to not be annoyed by the lack of riches, he couldn't believe his eyes as he squinted to read the  drowned parchment.<br/>"A...a bootleg, a fecking bootleg !? Those little basterds ! Who dared to sell my plans to those green whoresons !?"<br/>He yelled in an mix of fury and despair, on is knees, defeated under the deafening weather.