With Burroughs's bleary eyes and shaking fingers, it's quite a performance for him to read it, but he manages all the same. "Quite right, dear boy," he cackles. "Now pass me my pen." After another few moments of embarrassing struggle with the pen and his knee, he passes back the letter, signed."Of course," CALEB smiles and dips his shoulder low as he stares back at Burroughs.
"My good man," CALEB hunts and pecks as best he can on the old typewriter as he reads aloud, "Your offer is most gracious. Fortunately, in my current states I am hardly ambulatory." CALEB looks back to Burroughs and tilts his head acknowledging the current condition. "We will remain here in our current abode for whatever period of time you may feel is necessary. Upon receipt of our delivery we will assume all of your, well, negotiations have been resolved. A month's supply is most appreciated. Please be assured, I will send a man representing my party to the location you have described.
Yours in Deed,
William Seward Burroughs II"
CALEB pulls the sheet from the typewriter and blows lightly on the ink to set it. "Not quite a love letter, such as I prefer, but I guess not all transactions come from the heart."
"There, you may take it to my good Asian pandour," he finishes. "Now leave me, my boy, while I sweat this out myself."