Q has now outright said that he ordered all his men to strip me of any further information, as publishing our little chat was, if not treason, at least a clear sign of myself being neither reliable nor up to the cause.
It took me a few seconds to stomach his remarkable swiftness of reaction, which I had indeed deemed could be coming in ere dusk, as he would probably not long be able to tolerate such open insubordination as mine.
Well, I gave him all respect I could. He, instead, demanded that I keep my mouth more or less shut until given some probably unclear signal of some undefined holy duty some time.
Now, dear Q, if You just win over the Presidency for Donald J. Trump, that is perfect with me.
As for the rest of the Alphabet and You, I don’t do business with dubious people in hiding who, as I give them some big credit anyways, then approach me in such an uncomely way as You already did in Your first call. All this as I had clearly held up Your letter and thus Your reputation.
Well, obviously You don’t even need my subservience any more, which is fine with me.
Just bring Trump in, and I might soon forget about most of all the rest You put up.
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