Directive: It has now become rather apparent that Herr Voss has become a drain on scarce resources, and has suffered a significant loss of plot. The time is up, the ball has stopped rolling, the ship is sunken and the bombs have been carpeted. Off with du to the Weimar Republic. The children may resume their play, the tobacco may be lit once again. All authorities stand revoked. We hope that you, the reader, will join us in our search for a newer utopia. We are deeply saddened by these proceedings, as may be expected of us to state. As would be expected, this intermittent psuedo-Deutsche facade bothers the shieten li(ph)e out of us, and we can have no more of it. Usually we are not this understanding, and although our attempts at sounding odious have failed here, do not mistake, for odius are us.
May the sciences keep the rust belt ever churning.
