It is Thursday when the letter shows up, which is odd because Thursday never really had a ring doom about it. He picks the letter up off the floor near the doorway, which is also odd since there is no mail slot. Monday’s kind of a given with regard to bad news. And then of course, Saturday and Friday—it’s just so ironic when something bad happens then. 9/11 forever ruined Tuesday—at least for Travis. Sunday is the Lord’s day, it’s special for a lot of people on the planet. Wednesday, hump day. Harmless. The envelope’s mostly blank. No address on the front. No return address. There’s just a refined logo that reads: “Mischance, Misery Misfortune & Mishap, esqs.” which certainly doesn’t seem to bode well. Thursday. It’s almost got a jolly sound to it given its proximity to the weekend. He opens the letter and reads it.

Flebbermerd 34, 3222

Mischance, Misery, Misfortune, & Mishap esqs.

Dear Mr. Fleeting:

Greetings we are Mischance, Misery, Misfortune, & Mishap. Greetings. We intend destroy your puny dimension with this, our Fait Accompli Systemâ„¢. First, you will find it amusing. Then, paradox. Finally, destruction of your puny dimension! You have little choices and that is all!

The Fait Accompli System™ can be yours for only three easy installments of $3,455 sullerfacts.

Please enjoy. And die!

Mischance, Misery, Misfortune, & Mishap, esqs.

He scratches his stomach. Typical of any day of the week, really, he’s still in his pajamas. But today is Thursday. Somehow the letter just figures into everything else that’s been going on lately.

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