Sebastian T. Consindine, IV, Esq. interlopes upon the effulgent flow that be we with nit-picking minutae

We received the following shocking missive mere moments ago, Director Zliplitt responds first and then Patty Pille

As a former resident of Cans-ass, I would like to point out that M. Zliplitt clearly arrived via peepergate in Cans-ass Seaty, Misery, and not Cans-ass Seaty within Cans-ass proper. Please clarify for your readers that any persecution suffered was in fact at the hands of Miserians, not the good law-imposing people of the once free state of Cans-ass. Gawd bless Merka.Now proudly a resident of Minnemahoota,Sebastian T. Consindine, IV, Esq.

Dearest proudly now a resident of Your-Tiny-Breast,

Earlier, I debouched from the Institute's Peepergate portal rejoicing; happy beyond any expression to be here at home en-wrapped by Civilization, Sanity, and Sanitation. What I endured at the nethermost end of our trans-dimensional slippery slide to chaos defies, equally, any possible printable description or elaboration in a family directed publication such as this. Whether I was forced to wallow in a septic tank called Cans-ass, or in an unclarified latrine dubbed Misery is a Jesuitical hair-splittage not worth conjuring with; I am only joy-filled that my technically perfect protective Peepernaut gear prevented me from becoming as besmirched physically as I was aesthetically and emotionally.

Yours most earnestly,

Anatole Zliplitt

Dear "Sebby,"

Missed you at the post-game party, I was hoping we could "get together" just like olde tymes but with a kid on the way and a wife in the oven I guess you have more important things on your mind, doncha? Too bad, I wore that flame red thong that drives you crazy!

kisses,

Pattycake