IIDD, June 8th

Dear Il Conductore (aka Mr. Pooh)

Them's are fightin' words.

Pistols at dawn, my friend. Or swords. Your choice.

- Gormest Gustavo

-----Original Message-----
From: Patrick Dunn [mailto:pdunn@interchange.ubc.ca]
Sent: Friday, June 10, 2011 11:42 PM
To: Milton Kiang
Subject: Friday Evening Greetings from The Island Inn!

Dear GiGi!

You should count yourself lucky that you had two hours of pain free
existence! Bring dessert for 12 or else discover what it is to suffer the
wrath of Team II, whether from 1986 or 2011! Rust never sleeps, my friend.
And you didn't spare Maggie as you so duplicitiously declared. Good that we
left her on high alert when we went to see Bard on the Beach to see As You
Like It. The remains of the entrails of The Rosato Brothers, now dispatched,
as you phrase it so adroitly, adorn her dish, just as she likes it!. Thanks
for that. She won't need to be fed for a week now!!!

See you tomorrow, if you have the nerve, Gustavino! Come by a bit early to
dispose of the bodies. You'll find their dismembered parts neatly bagged on
the deck. Cheers, Il Conductore!