Pookie.
If you're reading this, it means I've gone missing and Mook has
recently added a new shrunken head to his collection.
But, let me start from the beginning, back when I was still stupid
enough to believe that I could trust you.
You and me, we were so geeked that day we finally got the Insta-Door
working!
And Belinda!
Man, when I told that Freaky-Girl what you and me had planned and
that she would soon be livin' a life of luxury, . well, let's just
say I slept good that mornin'.
_Real_ good.
It was gonna be so easy with the Insta-Door. Me and my best-bud
would just stroll into Belinda's
sugar-daddy's treasure room and relieve the cocky geezer of a few
of his "special acquisition" toys.
Freaky-Girl, her own self, volunteered to disappear that night's
security tape.
Remember how the geezer'd gotten himself so upset that he'd popped
a vein or two and croaked?
WOTTA HOOT!
But, Pookie, man, you shouldn't of let that Freaky-Girl talk you
into going back over there for the jewelry the geezer had given
her! You both should've let his old lady keep the stuff!
You almost blew it for both of us!
I mean, really, you dope, instead of using the Insta-Door to slip
into the old broad's boudoir safe,
you could've gone back into the geezer's trove and gotten some more
of the good stuff!
Couldn't you?
Man, we've been runnin' together since before we started crawlin'.
So, I know you ain't devious enough to leave some of the old broad's
stuff in my place and tip the cops about it.
Freaky-Girl's got skills; makes a man forget how smart she is .
sometimes .
I should know.
Anyway, this note's just to let you know that I forgive you, bro.
No hard feelins'.
Business is business.
By the way, while you and Freaky-Girl where hiding the Insta-Door
prototype, I ducked the cops long enough to clean out the geezer's
play-room with my spare and arrange for my very convincing fake
demise.
Sorry about not telling you about the back-up Insta-Door, but when
you've been hangin' with Belinda
as long as I have, you learn to watch your back and to cover your
tracks.
Well, it's been real.
Mook's at your door, now.
You should be feelin' the effects of the poison coatin' this sheet
of paper. Mook's gonna burn and
flush it before he leaves. Don't be too mad at him. He owes
me a favor.
Your and Belinda's heads will make Mook a good, matching set.
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