Epilogue.

And so, that's the way everything happened.

As an aside note, for the chronological account of the story, you should have followed the alternate page numbering notation on the top left corner of every other page.

This monumental manuscript has a history bigger than the story it relates. To make a long story short, know this: the manuscript was destroyed four times, stolen once, misplaced twice – we think – but luckily it had been backed-up thrice on the latest-model of the famous Axelian Archivator.

What you have read, which helped us make a humble contribution to human annals, is a collection of compiled handwritten notes kept by literate illegal aliens during the shooting of the movie – not their shooting – plus the A.A. backup files and a Swahili bootleg copy of the novel my blind sister found by accident in Chinatown. Unfortunately, she sent it to the wrong address. Fortunately, it was a real address. In Kossovo, Belarus – not the Serbian Kosovo, the Belarusian Kossovo. Anyhow, we are very grateful to the local postal mistress who only kept the parcel seventy-three days under a bushel of yak butter before sending our lawyers a blackmail letter demanding in exchange a signed picture of GW. (1)

Alas, and as you know, one of our seven GW survived but she refused to get involved, so we had to forge the picture and the signature. The package arrived in Guantanamo Bay two weeks and two months later. My poor sister, bless her heart, she had to pay the postage, another lawyer and a translator to force the guards to let go of her wooden peg leg; they said it looked suspicious. In any event, it was promptly freed after Madame Cleve telephoned to the warden.

This being said and duly registered at the Library of Congress, rest assured your name has not been reported, yet. We hope you enjoyed the produce of your money-spending. Please fill in the customer-satisfaction form at the back of this, and have a nice day. Surf's up!

(1) GW stands here for GhostWriter. We have been told that other people are currently using these letters of representation with more or less acumen than the men and women we hired as our very own personal GW – we had seven; one survived, two never showed up.