My brother. I am sorry I have not posted for some time but we have been very busy. The net tightens ever more each day and therefore we have been preparing for your release. It's one thing to get you out of that hell-hole, but another to assist you with your rehabilitation back in to society.
As a result we have constructed a "Bubba Box" in the psychiatric wing of the hostpital where Dr. Higgins works. They specialise in the psychological impact of people who have been repeatedly fisted while incarcerated by a psychopath. The idea is to wean you off of your dependence on jellyfish, cum and the box a bit at a time. Otherwise we are sure you will suffer a cerebral hemorrhoid.
We have also retro-fitted an ambulance to preserve your surroundings during transport. It is lined with cardboard and most of the guys in the office here have been happy to jerk off all over it for authenticity.
I don't want to get your hopes up though. Your captor is wily and unpredictable. The use of glasses changes everything - much in the same way that when Superman puts on glasses he becomes a totally different person. This is a tactic we had not anticipated.
Your brother - Sgt. Johnson.
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