Dear Saddam,
My wife takes the whole closet. I don’t have anywhere to put my things. What should I do?
Sincerely,
Stanley the Human,
New York, New York.
Dear Stanley,
I don’t know what your problem is. You just get your evil henchmen to haul her off to prison, where they torture her until she does whatever you want. It is very easy. Also, make sure the evil henchmen do not scratch your custom marble self-portraits on their way out of the palace. See? Saddam always knows what to do. You just listen to Saddam, and you will be ok. I am your favorite guy, eh?
Your favorite guy,
Saddam
Dear Saddam,
I don’t have any evil henchmen. Where do I get some?
Sincerely,
Stanley the Human
New York, New York
Dear Stanley,
I do not understand. Of course you have evil henchmen. Everybody has evil henchmen. Just go down to your dungeon and look. That is where they hang out. Trust me, I know this. We are buddies, right?
Your favorite guy,
Saddam
Dear Saddam,
I don’t think we are buddies. And I don’t have a dungeon. I live on the 21st floor. I have a garbage chute, though. Does that go to the dungeon?
Sincerely,
Stanley the Human
New York, New York
Dear Stanley,
A garbage chute? Aaaah, yes, I had one of those. So you take your wife, and you stuff her down the garbage chute, and then your evil henchmen are waiting at the other end to, you know, "persuade" her.
Your favorite guy,
Saddam
Dear Saddam,
I love my wife. I don’t want to stuff her down a garbage chute.
Sincerely,
Stanley the Human
New York, New York
Dear Stanley,
I have no idea what you are talking about.
Your favorite guy,
Saddam