Addressed to the Hennus Household

[Garth the Terror]

Written in a scrawl that does not remotely match his own.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Hennus,

I am pleased to inform you that I, Garth, am the son you wished you turned into an idiot farmer like you. Unluckily for you, I have not gone off to become this... farmer of which you keep thinking I should have become. You are now the parents of a martial arts instructor, one who wishes to become the greatest, of course, at martial arts.

I also wish to inform you that the delivery Maggot who is giving this to you will deliver this will kill the both of you. Slowly. With a smile on his face. Tell him to smile please, if he does not. It is the only thing I wish for the two of you to do as my... god forsaken farmer parents.

Sincerely,

Garth, formerly your son

PS: No, you do not have any grandchildren, and you will die well before I even think it an option in my life.

[Garth the Terror]

Written in what looks to be a crimson red.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Hennus,

Suffice to say you are still alive, seeing as I am bothering to waste my time sending you another one of these letters. It seems that the first time I have sent a Maggot down, they returned in complete shame to my Dojo, unable to get themselves down to the mountain. So it seems that I must send the letter down, this time with another delivery Maggot. Hopefully this idiot knows his fucking way down the godda- way and will not get lost like the former Maggot.

This Maggot, as with the last one, has been sent to kill you, and will give you to the end of this letter and five seconds afterwards to do what you need to do. Of course, you would not know that he is coming, so that does not give you a whole lot of preparation, does it? Please, as well as I would have asked you the first time, I must ask that this Maggot is not allowed to kill you unless there is a large grin on his face. If he does not, then he will not be permitted to return to the Dojo, and if any of you thinks I would not know that, then you are sorely mistaken, and your deaths will have been quite in vain.

Please do struggle as well, as this is meant to be a training exercise in assassination, which I am apparently in charge of now. Struggle quite a bit.

Sincerely,

Garth

PS: Oh, I should have probably mentioned that I wrote this in the first delivery Maggot's blood. I ran out of ink and needed to conserve.