Tommy wonders, Why don't we turn Herr Docktor Maximilien Aue loose on Brad Thor's terrorist?

Dear Dave, As the first sip of a nicely chilled 54.7 Aberlour from a sherry cask traverses my esophagus and rapidly diffused through my gastric mucus into my blood stream, thoughts of the days eight hour robotic cystectomy, radical prostatectomy, bilateral lymph node dissection and ileal conduit rapidly dissipate and I couldn't help but think that Herr Docktor Maximilien Aue seems to be a recurring theme in your emails. He appears to have a profound effect on you. Almost like a recurring bad nightmare. Perhaps the thought of him having his way with Brad Thor's nasty goat herders would be as soothing as the Aberlour is to me after a big day of surgery. By the way, you must try this Aberlour, a Speyside, Highlands. Very sweet and delicious chilled to a little cooler than I usually drink my whisky. Slainte, Tommy (very much missing the Islays) Maaltman