Secret Annex Party

[bacon]

I know it is so dreadfully cramped in here, but we can still have a party nonetheless. May all enter. We've gotten rotten beans and potatoes, and a good glass of milk to drink. And Miep's brought along a cake to! Have fun, and let us chat the night away.

[RaditzSoldier]

I'm in the past now!

[bacon]

Why hello, raditzsoldier! How may you be tonight?

[RaditzSoldier]

Just call me Raditz, please.

[bacon]

Very well. I do hope you are comfortable in this awful space. Would you like a spot of tea?

[RaditzSoldier]

A spot of tea would be heavenly, if you please.

[bacon]

There you go, lad. Have you any news of the outside world? What has become of the other forums out there?

[RaditzSoldier]

Thank you, sir. Of the world beyond? New revelations are dawning upon the changing lands. So how do you fare within?

[bacon]

We live in constant fear... every day, if a post is made, we are in possibility of death. Our only comforts lie in the night, and even then, we are frightened... frightened of who might see or hear us.

How does the fight against spam prevail? For if we were caught by the spammers now, our fate might prove to be worse than death, I am afraid.

[RaditzSoldier]

Dreadful. All the nights I'd give for a victory! The poor lads nay reach three weeks before the horrid war claims them. A mighty big glumness for their banning sorrows.

[bacon]

Just three days ago I heard of yet another bombing north of here... the sound almost made my ears pop out of my head! Did it hit your home, Mr. raditz? It surely was not far from here at all.

[RaditzSoldier]

I declare, that accursed bombing missed less than an inch of my bunker. My house is...quiet as of yet.

[bacon]

Oh, then that means it must've hit Frosty, the poor girl, for she is your neighbor, and if it did not hit your right neighbor it had to have hit your left. Surely she is alright!

[RaditzSoldier]

I fear Captaia's survival hopes may be grim...

[bacon]

Where is she now? Oh, do tell us, Mr. Raditz!

[RaditzSoldier]

Her whereabouts are...unknown. New Jersey was crushed in the bomings.

[bacon]

What has become of the Green Dragon Inn? Let us hope that the spammers have not taken it fully! Last I heard, there was a bitter struggle over its rulers.

[RaditzSoldier]

There is. We are discovering the names of enemy spies within. It is falling fast, though.

[bacon]

Come, come, all, let us not speak of the wars outside. This is a night of merriment, is it not? Mrs. Frank, would you please pass the cake? Thank you. Raditz, would you like a slice of cake? Miep prepared it herself this afternoon.

[RaditzSoldier]

It would be an honor to personally make sure that her cooking is up to standard.

[bacon]

Oh, raditz, Miep's cooking far exceeds anyone's standards. She is an excellent cook!

[RaditzSoldier]

Let me not divulge. Where is this cake?

[bacon]

I shall pass it to you.

[RaditzSoldier]

Many thanks.

*begins eating*

So, Sir Baxon, how goes your building project?

[bacon]

I have no such project. We in the Secret Annexe only hope to survive, not necessarily prosper in wealth. But I shall not be selfish. We are far more lucky than other anti-spammers... I myself spotted over a hundred being marched out of the Suburb of Kings... but to where?

[RaditzSoldier]

Surely you jest? We recieved a letter addressed from you asking for funds for a building project?

[bacon]

I sent no such letter. I've been devoid of contact from anyone outside of this room for more than a year.

[RaditzSoldier]

Are you suggesting it was the doings of a crook?

[bacon]

I suggest only that I was not involved in it.

[RaditzSoldier]

We're considering ten thousand pounds becoming devoid and in the hands of any malcontent doer!