Hey Hank,

Next week I'm coming over to your house. I'm coming there because someone completely unrelated to you kicked me out of my house and murdered most of my family. The reason I'm coming to your house is because my great great grandfather once lived in the bay area. I've never even been to the bay. Once there you're gonna have to move into one of your bathrooms so I can take residence in your house. Once in a while I'm going to allow a few supplies to make it into your bathroom so you can eek out an existence. When you decide to throw poo into my living room as a form of protest, I'm going to toss white phosphorous grenades into the bathroom to put you in your place. If your injured, I'm going to block emergency medical personel from entering. If somene tries to ship you any essential supplies, I'm going to meet them in the foyer with special forces. I'll tape the encounter so when I release footage to the media the only thing the world will see is your rescuers beating my mercenaries with metal pipes and steak knives. The footage of my men firing on your unarmed humanitarians will be suppressed. Also, when you need to leave for work everyday, I'm going to meet you at the bathroom door. You'll be required to produce valid ID and you'll be generally harrassed if you'd like to move back and forth. If you have a problem with that, I hope you like the taste of rifle butts.

I'm hoping you'll enjoy your new existence. Of course, you will have the full option of living in your house, with me, in complete harmony. Although, in doing so, you're gonna have to sign a quit claim deed assigning all rights to the property to SW. Some of your family may want to stay in the bathroom. You can join my special forces unit though and take part in the tossing of white phosphorous grenades in there. You don't have a problem with that right?