Memo to the Downer-Under department.

A big Christmas Howdy to all of Alex's boy's! Our little buddies have been working their butts getting the Apocalypse Headquarters ready. Little John, with some gentle persuasion, has decided to stay with the team... thanks, Agent Gerard! You've saved us a bundle yet again!

Don't forget the date of our next party, on June 6th next year. The Sexy Six will provide the music, George will be serving the pretzels, and Osama as always will be running the chook-raffle

Halliburton Mal has always delivered our every need, and he's lived up to his reputation. The catering he\s provided for the bash is more than anyone could ask for.  Another fat Christmas bonus of Defence Research stocks are coming to stuff your stocking, Pally, hand delivered by Director Dick! Secretary Don says we won't run out of anything, and that the playground's second to none.  He was particularly impressed with the Liquor Cabinet you supplied after tasting your samples.

The Most-Improved Employee Award this year goes to Gunner Bob.  Alill that media training is finally paying off, and he's almost  as  good at Alex at lying convincingly.  Next time we have a PNAC Poker-Face Play-Off the judges will have a difficult time of it.

Johnny O is proving to be a pleasure to have around New York.. a man who knows how to give service, that one!  Both John and the Reefer-Man asked us to pass on Festive greetings and by the way, yes it was worth it.   John wants to know if you've found anything in Central Australia that he maybe missed that needs selling, but the Reefer-man thinks he's had all the bases covered.

To close this memo a warning.. there might be a virus in the system.. 

Last night I had the strangest dream,
I never dreamed before.
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war.
I dreamed I saw a mighty room,
The room was filled with men.
And the papers they were signing said
They'd never fight again.

And when the papers were all signed,
And a million copies made
They all joined hands and bowed their heads,
And grateful prayers were made.
And the people in the streets below,
They all danced round and round.
And guns and swords and uniforms
Were scattered on the ground.

Last night I had the strangest dream,
I never dreamed before.
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war.
I dreamed I saw a mighty room,
The room was filled with men.
And the papers they were signing said
They'd never fight again

And when I woke twas but a dream

and peace a dirty word

Itried to tell them of my dream

but not a word they heard

And then I got me fighting mad

and knew just what to do.

I'd fight nonviolently for peace

until my dream came true.
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If anyone can find the author of this virus, Ed McKurdy, can they have him jailed as a seditionist or deported or something?