I, Moloch, send to you poor mortals greetings. I shan’t join in your poor attempts at
mirth, being mirthful enough myself when contemplating the fate awaiting that one who
calls itself, among other things, “Dreaded Guest.” Suffice to say that YOU have all
suffered enough from this and similar beings, you will suffer more from them in the
future, but you will not suffer in What Is Beyond. These creatures, however, will be
locked for all eternity in a room with John Ashcroft and similarly minded humaniods,
where they will suspect each other forever. I, Moloch, promise this.