Posted by Major Rentokil on October 07, 1999 at 20:27:49:
Dear Sir,
I understand you are in the vicinity, and I trust to my Indian runner to seek you out to deliver this message. I wish to have a private conversation with you regarding the seeming disarray in Mohicanland. Putting aside the minor differences between our nations about who is going to run this wild and crazy country, I believe you and I have some interests in common. No reason the French and the British can't work together for fun and profit, what? Please meet me and my new cohort, one Mr. Simon Girty, at the corn crib behind Miss Marcia's cabin about midnight, and I think I can offer you a proposition that will interest you.
Major Rentokil