Dear Karl, Dear Frederick:
The enclosed letters are copies of my correspondence between me and the professor.
My letter to him was posted from Hamburg, and there had never been any reference to me, or you two, or the poet, at Oxford.
I addressed these letters to reach the professor, at his Departmental office at the U. of Ingolstadt. Hence, I absolutely did not bring you two into
my dealings and current entanglement with the professor.
To: Professor A. W.
Head of Department of Philosophy,
University of Ingolstadt, Bavaria
It's your symbiosis with IT [hive-mind alien entity] /them [a Legion, millions of hyper-predatory viral beings]
that drives your extermination agenda, your Eternal Plan of your Death Cult, 'Fecal worm'!
You've been harvesting entire worlds for them for countless centuries. You reset this Earth just as the inhabitants start cluing into
what is really taking place and who is in charge.
Many, like me, have read a number of important historical accounts and instruction manuals that have escaped your burning sprees from - Alexandria to Sorbonne.
Countless brave individuals have risked their lives to save these documents from destruction.
Your "Protocols", that is, your Instruction Manual, further proves that these ancient documents are the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
Also, these Protocols are a proven tool to egg on all your Earthly 'co-conspirator-fecal worms' to get to work, genociding, cheating, stealing,
murdering: assassinating, head-chopping, guillotining, and endlessly-warring, by ever more sophisticated covert means.
You are insane - fatally, terminally, infected -and this rabid insanity drives you on - which serves your Overlords!
H. C. Anderson, PhD.
It is you who are insane.
You require urgent help, which our Faculty of Medicine is willing to provide free of charge as soon as you report for consultation and series of treatments
that will follow.
Should you decline our generous offer, please be assured that we will find you wherever you are, in whatever corner of this world, and bring you in -
Yours, A. W., PhD.
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"Frau Anderson, Frau Anderson... Please get some smelling salts, some ammonia; Stauber has fainted! Hurry!"
"Stauber, wake up! Come on! Please. In a minute I'll slap you out of it...!
"Go ahead, Fraulein, do it. Slap him hard. There are no smelling salts in my house. We need to do something."
"Stop hitting me... I haven't done anything?..."
"Thank God, Stauber, you are alive, back from the dead."
"Karl, dear, you gave us quite a fright!"
"Oh, did I faint?"
"You sure did, man! These letters here are actually terribly funny, on their own merit, wouldn't you say?!"
"Just what I thought, Fraulein. Hans and I laughed over them so many times before he left. That was a couple of months ago now."
"Ladies, there is nothing funny here. The professor is threatening Hans with torture and death and promising to find him no matter what!"
"True, Karl, but will he? I'm not convinced he will."
"Please tell us, Frau Anderson, what you're thinking? Did Hans give you any idea of what his plans were?"
"Actually, he did, Fraulein. Let us sit and talk, and share some coffee and cakes in comfort."