((Deep within the recesses of the company spa....))

%%What am I doing? I'm mad, mad, but I can't help it! Madame Schwannstucker swore on a stack of "Mein Kampf's" that a mere three hours in this suit from Hell can make me look twenty again!! Flab, wrinkles, cellulite, all gone!!!! It's still in the experimental stages, but I begged her to let me do it. She was very reluctant, but in the end she said she feels I have the strength of mind and body to conquer its rigors. She's calling it the Anorek-Sea-Wrap.
If I live through this insane torture (I'm dying of the heat, every inch of my body itches!), I'm receiving Hoss in my chambers for a soul healing/career consultation, followed by a late supper. That scamp wants something from me, I know. His motives are not pure. I mean--I'm hoping they're
not pure, but, well--you know what I mean.....
And none of that rice wine nonsense tonight. I've laid in a case of Old Rose.%%