From: Your former employees

Subj: Our resignation

Sir, we are tired of not getting credit for helping to build trees, shrubs and masterpieces such as the Pink Bunkadoo. We have decided to become a gang of international criminals instead. To this end we have taken your map of all the holes in the fabric of the universe and intend to become stinking rich.

P.S. Don’t try to stop us. As you can see, we have light sabers and shit.

P.P.S. Hi, Terry!