Dear Fu Manchu,

I'm dictating this letter to my daughter

as i no longer have the use of my arms

or hands with which to write you this letter with.

I just want you to know that i don't have

hard feelings about what did or didn't happen

late last night after the dinner party at your bagoda.

I still have some of my teeth left and for

that i am grateful.

sincerely,

B. Wilderment