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(Dresses up in a vault suit complete with gas mask, belt, and survival gear then puts all the equipment he can find in a box. Writes the address on the box and jumps inside with an air canister that will last for 2 days. A friend seals it and and drops it off at the post office and pays for over-night, next day delivery via air mail. Herve's butler finds it...)
-Jeeve's the Butler: "Sir this package arrived for you in the mail...it seems quite large and heavy."
-Herve: "Hm...whats this huge box? Probably more of my squanderings from Interplay." (chuckles)
-Jeeve's: "There appears to be an envelope taped to the box...why not read it sir and see who its from and what it is."
-Herve: (Takes the envelope and walks over to a desk with a lamp and letter opener. He opens it and reads it as his face contorts into a look of utter bewilderment.)
-The Vault Dweller: (Cuts through the tape over the flaps deftly and quietly.)
-Jeeve's: "What is it sir? Does this have to do with Ballerina, er...Ballerium that new title you've been trying to sell?"
-The Vault Dweller: (Silently opens the package from the inside.)
-Herve: "It doesnt say what it is or why it was sent...why I'm not even sure who sent it. It just says...
'Sincerely,
The Vault Dweller'
...I wonder...Jeeve's?!"
(Herve looks up to see a somewhat large and heavily armed man in a vault suit standing over the corpse of Jeeve's. The man has a grin of pure hate and sadisitic glee.)
-The Vault Dweller: "
"
-Herve: (Releases the note and it glides gently to the floor as The Vault Dweller steps onto it approaching Herve.)
The End
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Sincerely,
The Vault Dweller
