From: Lisa Jensen
To: The Orange Arrow
Subject: Cranberries!

So hey, I wanted to know if I wanted to get a LOT of cranberries...like..ALOT..not for anything evil though, well... .not really...but anyways, I was wondering if Justin could get them for me, or if Gus could at least be my boyfriend. Either or...both will satisfy my lust for blood..I mean...love.
I love you guys
don't forget about my poster
Love Lisa  
Gus's commentary:I wonder if this was an order or a farewell?

  I really doubt that Justin is allowed to steal cranberries from his job. I mean, he's not here so I can't actually say, but my guess is that you'll have to acquire your cranberries elsewhere. Have you tried reverse engineering cranberry juice? It's just crazy enough to work. And just between you, me and whoever else is reading this, Gus would like to be your boyfriend, Providing you meet the following conditions:

1.Stop asking, it makes you look desperate.
2.I need a giant, steel-plated pinata in the shape of Felix The Cat.
3.A dinosaur army wouldn't hurt....well, yes it would. It would hurt my enemies. HA HA!
4.France must surrender and rename their country Poopistan.

  Upon meeting these conditions, you will join the hundreds of other applicants for the job. So far, Z-Rok, the robot of unfathomable horror from the planet which has no name is in the lead. He has a dinosaur army and a steel-plated pinata.

Not love,

  Hey. It's me. Justin. I totally hacked this page using only my home computer. Anyway, what I wanted to say is... Um... I forget. I'm really tired right now. What do you even want cranberries for, Lisa? It's not like they taste good, or anything. You can put them in muffins and pancakes and stuff, I guess, but I've never known you to bake. Except that one cake that was really good. We move over 40 boxes of cranberries a day, and each box holds 1200 pounds of berries. We do this for about three weeks. You do the math. Oh, okay, I'll do it for you. They get about a million pounds of cranberries. That's 1 000 000 lbs. That's insane. Now I'm just rambling. Well, let's see if Gus notices this, as I did it without him knowing.

It's me,

  Yeah, I noticed. I see everything. You bastards and your cranberries pushed my sanity over the edge. I can see you two laughing at me now. You think it's pretty funny don't you? My whole life my mind has been like a teleprompter, scrolling letters in my mind's eye told me what I was thinking. But now all the teleprompter says is CRANBERRY. Do you have any idea what that does to a person? That one word mocking my fragile thoughtbox. Now it'll never be the same again. You and Lisa are marked, Bram...I don't blame for this, he never talked to me about cranberries...he's pure and good....like a Jesus that sticks his fist in his mouth and play his shoe like a guitar. But you two....oh....you two....you'll see....I'm serious.

T'is he,
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