© M. Keaton, 1999
Letters,
I get . . . what? oh fine, they can have there old song. Alright, Letter Number one, letter number .
. . what, that too? Well at least come
out here and be my Harold. Fine.
Dear
Moron,
Alright,
we’ll skip that one.
TTAR,
Taelsin
is dead. Who are you?
Well,
if you get it, you get it. What can I
say?
Dear
TTAR,
Why
is the guy in the robe named Alexander the Great?
He’s
not, it was an editing goof. Alexander
the Great was that episodes clue. Our
resident alchemist slash miscreant is Draiocht Amergin or Shakey to those
who’ve seen him work.
TTAR,
With
current technology, it is now possible to actually fade to black instead of
giving me whiplash between scenes.
We’ll
see what we can do.
Dear Sir,
Do
you have a point or do you just ramble on about something until you get tired?
Yes
Dear Frenchie Bastards,
Sorry,
inside joke. Do we actually have any
letters from someone not on staff? OK,
I’ll read that one.
TTAR,
Did
the person who let you on the air lose his job? If not, be careful up there, he might be dangerous as well as
insane.
Thank
Mom