"Why not?" you said. "What could happen?"

"Why not?" you said. "What could happen?" you said. "Aw, what the hell" I said. Now here we are. Facing certain death, most likely an excruciatingly painful demise, and yet

I had a bump on my tongue. One of those painful bumps. It felt like a boulder in my mouth but was totally puny when I looked at it. But its pain was addicting. And super distractin

g. Guiding the remote controlled missile to its target was difficult enough, the distraction of the tongue bump made it practically impossible. I bungled the assassination attempt.

The missile did manage to take out about twenty civilians, so it wasn't a total loss. Hopefully my tongue bump would be healed by next week when my target would be in scenic Paris

to attend the Peace rally. I, like most of the rest of the missile packing world, was keeping my eye and tongue on her. I was hoping there would be others to target. But sadly

I only have eyes(and tongue)for her!The Peace rally would go on because of my stupidly faithfull missile...Wath would the Grand Master Supreme say--or do?I would have to

decipher everything and I have a headache. If only I could call the Grand Master Supreme but it is no use. I can't even remember how to spell missile in Morse code, what is

The Gaslights began to flicker for no apparent reason, then footsteps could be heard from the attic up above! I feel like I am going insane, then this package appears and

...and...I open it (gulp) and...and...what I found inside is beyond description. NO! I can't tell you! NO, it's...it's...just too AWFUL! I rewrapped "it" & sent it to you. AAAAAGH!