The Bluth Yacht, Late Wednesday night

[bluth_illusions]

GOB wasn't happy. When you put that much time and effort and money into a Christmas gift during this season of giving and the person who you gave all of that to hasn't given you anything this long after Christmas, it causes anger. GOB dealt with this anger the only way he knew how. Besides drinking, although he was doing that in a casual way

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[lesssexthanmiho]

Becky, in her long coat buttoned up and cinched around her waist and carrying a small bag, strode onto the yacht. "Hiiii."

[bluth_illusions]

"Hi," GOB said. "Hold on. I have to write a nasty letter to Penn and Teller.

The letter read:

Dear Penn and Teller,

You suck.

-Anonimous

[lesssexthanmiho]

"Why?"

It seemed like the natural question.

[bluth_illusions]

"Because," GOB said, taking a moment to fix the spelling of "anonimouse," "they suck. What do you want?"