21:07:39 Hrs

From the transponder of agent TF43

Sergio, the past 6 minutes since I sent my last message have felt more like 6 weeks. Here is what I have observed from the pantry. First, that asshole Marco can't even be on time for his own diabolical plans. Tad has been nervously pacing the kitchen since I got in the pantry. I can't exactly pop out without causing suspicion. Twice he came in here to have a little cry. He clasped his head in his hands and sobbed like a little school girl. Then he pulled back his head, gave himself a slight shake... (like a short haired dog ridding himself of a light coating of water), and said to himself: "you can DO this, honey, you can DO this." I am not sure that he convinced himself... He seems pretty practiced at this crying thing.

It was all I could do to hide myself among the boxes of bulk food stored in here... and my body is so desensitized from the clothespins and me whacking it against things, that I have started using small electrical shocks to keep myself sharp. I had just dug my fingernails through the wire to the light fixture just seconds before Tad came in, which effectively shorted it out and straightened me up.....so he never noticed my billowy mass in the dark among the crates of garlic. (There is SO much garlic here, Sergio.... crates and crates of it.)

Crates and woooonderful crates of gaaaaarlic....