05/18/09. Empty Company Boardroom of the Mardi, 08:30 AM. (Of course, it's empty. It's 08:30 AM!) Hello Willoughby, It's Simon, here. How are you? Writing to you from the future place. Corniced into the pockets of the Illian people. Three hundred thousand servile dogs. Mastication of this fortunate slippery idea. You asked me if I … Continue reading Letter to Willoughby Toad, 05/18/09.