LOUIS. URGENT. CALL INTERPOL. I'VE BEEN HELD HOSTAGE FOR
He's captured me and the torture is worse than water boarding. My eyes have been taped shut inches away form the glass EASY Washing and spin rinsing, the water shooting thru 1300 holes in the glass. It is PURE HELL to hear the bliss and be unable to see a thing.
I got through to my two FBI friends, but it was useless since they're only agents while Jet's in bed with their bosses.
PLEASE, Louis. He's never going to let me go. He just howls all night, running through his silly new steam clouds all over the house. SAVE ME, LORD. ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh noooooooo. I hear him at the door. I'll never make it back into the crate. Now I'm really dead.