Dear Lara,
I have recently acquired the means to produce a lovely abode called the Island of Little Jimmy. Little Jimmy is, of course, my butler/slave. He does everything I tell him, and he requires no payment, except the occasional glass of water or very rare meal. Some scientists or doctors may consider this
malnourishment and borderline torture, but I strongly disagree. I would describe it as having the likeness to an experiment designed to test the absolute limits on the human nutrition scale. But that is not the point of this letter. I strongly advise you to come to my island. It is quite wonderful, well at least for me. You would be given the wondrous opportunity of being able to do anything and everything for me, such as pray to me as your god, and make sure Little Jimmy isn't taking any extra food that he claims he requires to "survive." You may also have to help with the architecture involved with building the giant statue that will be erected in my honor. These are but a small list of the endeavors you will be privileged of partaking in if you were to arrive to my island. I highly encourage you to come, because, frankly, I'm not sure how much longer Little Jimmy will survive. I doubt he will make it through winter.