Meanwhile, as the Owlbear rampaged through the Kristal Stadt office, Lord Turnips sat at his ultra-modern wordprocessor to prepare a letter to his soon-to-be former office mates.
Dear Johnny Sixguns and Cecil Tophat,
According to Deanna the office fixer-upper people will be in on Wednesday to change out the office from the proletarian 2 person style to the autocratic 1 person style properly befitting a bloated top hat-wearing plutocrat like myself. Please get the deleterious relics of your time in 11071 out by Wed AM.
R,
Turnips
PS: I am currently lighting a Cohima cigar with a $10,000 bill, while being fed grapes by my monkey butler
As he moved his hand from the keyboard to click the "print icon" he was suddenly distracted by a noise that sounded like the beat of leathery wings. He thought it might be time to run but not before he taped his missive to the office door. He also hoped Johnny Sixguns wouldn't be too sore.
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