Madwoman's clutches???  Cute, Candy. Real cute. And, btw, I knew you wouldn't eat those Smarties. Whaddaya think I'm dumb enough to leave a calling card? When it's time, baby, you're toast. And it's gettin' close, sugar plum. It's getttttin' close.

What I'd like to know, you lyin' little pimpernel, is where you got your info about little Wrennie. Lies! Nothing but lies! The mere thought of my lost little bird in the arms of that muscle-bound brute is repulsive! He's a wife-beater without a wife. An animal! He oughta be in that group... what's their name? Unusual Animal? Something like that. Anyway he's perfect for that zoo he runs for Mandy. And besides, everyone knows he's been schtuppin' Mandy for centuries. So I'm sure she'd have something to say about it if EVEN ONE of your lies were true!

So go on, blabberpuss. Tantalize your readers with more ridiculous horseshit. If you can make a living dragging me through the mud, have at it. My lawyers will have you hockin' your telescope in a week!

And I'll have you know, Mr. Flublue Tonite.. pfffft! Wren knew exactly where to cross those rapids. I won't argue the fact we had a bit of a tiff. It's not easy to stay calm WHEN YOU DRIVE INTO QUICKSAND! And, yes, okay Wren got a little fiesty. She tore out the steering wheel and threatened me with the brake. But, honey, I like 'em spunky. And none... repeat NONE... of that was her fault! It's the medications. And that cross-eyed klutz Stan Waller. That's right. S-T-A-N Waller. How did I know that car was stolen? He told me he bought it from Nick Carz. Said I could use it for the race.

Oh, and one more thing. Retch? If you're reading this you better be able to SWEAR you didn't let the two of them into your sleazy motel. If I find out you did you'll have more than Uzbeks to worry about, believe me!