My dear Wormwood,
It is unfortunate that, here in the 21st century, I cannot write you any more correspondence. You see, I actually absorbed you back in 1942 at the conclusion of letter thirty-one.
Your affectionate uncle,
- P. S.: “Fortunately I have no doubt that many aspiring manufacturers of what the humans call ‘memes’ are well suited for the task of impersonating the otherwise inimitable writing style of the Lowerarchy.” ↩