I don’t usually hand write these things, but Dale is off doing the laundry so this will have to do. Bloody giant castle, I should install some teleporters.

Anyway, I think one of my friends wants to nuke your planet. As a business idea that’s a nonstarter for me – I can’t punch anything if the damn fool blew it all up. So even if your big lizard is actually some sort of enormous chicken, stop by the castle. We can talk this whole thing out over a rat steak dinner. You guys can relax, meet the girls, maybe even take a dip in the spa. And I guarantee you, you will NOT find a better steak in the entire multiverse. I have checked. Took a damn long time. Not going to do it again.


P.S. Seriously Torinn fight me. Don’t even worry about having diamond dust on you, I’m drowning in the stuff.

P.S.S. Also, don’t drown yourself in diamond dust. Does a hell of a number on your lungs. Had to drink a whole damn cauldron of healing potion to get that stuff out. Hated every second of it. Turns out lungs were made for air, not for potions. Or for diamond dust.