37 Hours Missing

I slept so well last night. Chet's whimpering was the best lullaby ever made.

I finally had to make Gunther leave after he got carried away with the cat-o-nine tails. I should make a mental note not to hire henchmen from Berlin sex club dungeons again. He may be big and burly, but he does get too carried away. When he started talking about straight razors, I knew it was time to definitely go. I took away his cat and razor, but I don't know if I can continue to protect Chet.....especially when you aren't giving me a financial incentive.

Speaking of which- cough up the money, bitch. Or Gunther gets to make a return visit. I'd hate to give him back his toys.