We have found the one you call Bubba Bubba. Sheithe was living in a desert part of your planet and is now in custody. Here is a picture of himither that was taken as itheshe gave himheritself into our custody. Naturally, we kept our purpose obscure to the picturetaker!

By the time you read this we will be many parsecs (we use your term here) away in the direction of the star you call "Cygnus." Bubba Bubba has caused us much trouble and cost, but we will not punish herheit as heitshe is only a few half-lives of radium old. We must forgive the young their foibles and wild oats, no?

We apologize for what happened to the city you called Seattle, but that sort of thing happens. You're all better off without all that coffee anyway.

A special note to the one called "Bee-Dubya-Ell:" you should be glad that Bubba Bubba never reached you. The pleasure, along with your DNA pattern and what passes for your brain, would have been hershisits. To obtain it involves puncturing directly into the braincase and, well, you'd call it sucking. Consider it sort of a brain hickey, but without any pleasure to you. Those who survive such a brain hickey usually degenerate into politics.

So, friends, farewell. We shall see you again, we are certain, since we do need protein now and then.