Horrendous, vile, loathsome, repugnant, evil, nauseatingly sinful motherfucker just sent us another package with her goddamn nipple. We will find him, I will kill him.
–Jacob
I can’t see him anymore folks, he is too far ahead. The last bit of information told us to go to a pub called Bottom of the Bottle. There we would find out where the thief will be staying for the next forty-eight. The problem, this pub will be filled with a bunch of his men. Jacob doesn’t seem fazed by any of this; none of us seem to care actually. The pub is in sight but Jacob isn’t, from the yelling and bottle braking I can guess where he is. Till next time, (Insert sign off here).
Thought of a Thinker 
Wow. Just wow.