Bee-Dubya! Honey! Do you know what them folks DO when they are polygamous? I thought that I'd found True Happiness, but you know, honey, them folks ain't true to jist one another! No! You kin believe me or not, but they got them one genetic donor and a whole passel of receivers! There ain't nothing shared back and forth and with a lab or nothing! They are jist plain disgusting, and I told 'em so, only that fella I went and "married" said I should jist shut up and do what I was told. Bee-Dubya, honey, I hope you'll forgive me for this, but, well, he made me mad

so I ate him.

He wasn't very tasty, either.

Anyway, I'm leaving St. George tomorrow mornin' and headin' your way again. And I'm sorry if my li'l escapade caused you any pain or such. I know now where my True Destiny lies.

I'll git another lab on the way, honey.