What I found was horrifying enough to give me a trembling hand. It would appear that after Fooman began dealings with an outside source, a lasagna specialist located somewhere in Taichung City, he went missing. P______, a long time Taichung restaurateur, who carried with him not only a reputation for being a fine chef, but also badges, how do I say, forged of a darker metal. Reliable sources have oft seen P______ traipsing around in some pretty mealy circles. It must also be noted that he had, on more than one occasion, been seen with a bottle of Cutty Sark by his side--as if it were a cutlass of sorts. It leaves no doubt in my mind that Fooman's correspondence with the Taichung Underground is at the bottom of his disappearance. No doubt.
It was near this time that the Ninja Still Life post surfaced. I got a chance to talk to some people who were near and dear to Fooman, one of whom we shall call, Johnifer. He said, "last I saw him he was at a night market with P______." I asked what they were doing there, to which I was given the reply, "they was eying up this real toothsome lookin steak, you know." "No, I don't know, sir" was all I could say.
It has now been almost two weeks since our fine writer and journaliste has vanished from our inter-world--we pray that he may soon resurface unscathed, and with the most optimism I can manage in this worrisome time, that he may have a story or two to tell of his adventures with a pirate, masquerading as an Italian chef. Yet in a deeper place of my most alert mind, I fear that Fooman's final blog was a cry for help...
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