38 Hours Missing

This is a photo of Chet in happier days. It was taken just a few hours before you met him. Remember how robust he was? How hot he shook his little tush for those dollar bills at that bachelorette party for your Aunt Mimsy?

Trust me. He's not looking so hot now. Several hours under Gunther's lashes, blindfolded and deprived of all dignity have made him much, much smaller of a man. He's only a hollow shell now.

Time's running out. I do not think I can keep him safe from Gunther for too much longer. Gunther has already come over twice today. Once to retrieve his grandmother's razor, and a second time to look over Chet (I don't know what the whole licking his lips thing was, but I'd be afraid. Very afraid.).

Money. Now.