The hand that wrote this letter is the Wild Eyed Boy imprisoned. Oh man! Look at those cavemen go! So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our balls? Don’t lean on us man, cause you can’t afford the ticket. A trickle of strangers were all that were left alive; But you, my love, were kind, but love has left you dreamless. Dizzy in the head, and I’m feeling blue, what can I do for you? Looks like you’ve been there too . We can be Heroes, just for one day. Don’t you wonder sometimes, about sound and vision? Yeah, I’m afraid of Americans. I’m afraid of the words. I’m afraid I can’t help it pathetic little fat man. During all of this we talk about the 3DO, what would happen if the Mist actually happened and some Dungeons and Dragons talk. Watch out for Cj’s puppets and for Rob’s pig-bolo.