Arthur Salvatore WoW comments??

Been watching this thread for a while now and highly amused at that, seeing the boys at play. Pity that one after the other seemed to be leaving. Audiophiles are serious people obviously, with the possible exception of those two depraved Europeans with their delightfully one-tracked minds. Not to say, that Americans are less one-tracked, certainly not, only obviously more earnest about it. (-;

Detlof's in jail. When he threw the mono pair of his Jadis 500 out of the window, they happened to land on the Audi RS4 of Gianni S., twin brother of well known personality in these parts. Gianny supplies the town with Flittchens, which he floats down the Rhine on a special sub past immigration at Bale. Seems that Detlof ordered a couple but ran amok , just as G. was about to deliver. In the ensuing fight, so the local paper has it, Detlof hit G. on the head with his Goldmund Reference and then, obviously in remorse, tried to reanimate him with the help of the transformers he had ripped out of one of his Quads. Instead of getting his heart back into action, seems that G. caught fire, which however D. managed to choke with his room damping material. When finally the police arrived, he almost fried one officer by using the other Quad as a frame for his head. They finally subdued him by tying him up with his Nordosts and took him away.

Here is a short report as promised:
1. No news from Detlof
2. There are indeed strange looking young women in the streets, who indeed have more bulges underneath their clothing than nature would allow. To me indeed it looks like handgrenades and yes, it could be uzis, not golfclubs.
3. Infrequently there are strange bursts of noise which seem to come from somewhere near the vicinity of the jail. It has chased all the birds and squirrels away, dogs howl and cats spit and act strange.
4. Two extra charter flights from Sicily are due this afternoon.
(Which reminds me, Greg, wouldn't take an F16, make it a stealth fighter, which is a two-seater anyway, because I'm sure Salvatore's men can decipher this page)
5. Careful about D.'s rig: It may well be boobytrapped by now by the S. mob.
6. Shall try and see poor D. now, who must be on a very cold turkey!
Will keep you posted.

Wirehead: Do you mean Dr. Dssman?? Small world, 'cause he is the consigliere of the Salvatore clan, didn't you know?...and I shouldn't say this here, but D. is high an colesterol, I've brought him cognac instead, the best and not the cheapo stuff. That had methylated aditives in it, which must have driven him nuts. He finished the bottle in a jiffy and had a funny smirk on his face, perhaps he's planning something, so I would wait before you fly Cornfed in.

Wirehead, I managed to bribe the Swiss Air Station Manager here by getting him a couple of Flittchens, so he gave me a list of all the passagers that came in this week. Amongst them was a guy called Alberto Porta. He was fetched from the airport he told me, by a big black car and a chauffeur with bulges. On the radiator there was written RR as well and it had a small statue of a flittchen on top of it. Do you think that could be of any significance?
Otherwise no news from Detlof, but the strange noises from near the prison continue, though less frequently than before. Thankyou Slawney for getting us on the right track. Your information is invaluable. All that we know here is from the "Neue Zürcher Zeitung" and they are known to be slow.

Stereokarter, I did not have to get on the plane, I was there. Things were very quiet for a long time, except for the strange noises from the prison, which nobody could explain. The good Dr. Böse afer unsuccessfully looking for Detlof's stash obviously left town. Also the flittchens were withdrawn, the streets again prim and proper as befits a Swiss town, awaiting the summer tourists. The Alberto gang was nowhere in sight as well. Things seemingly were slowy getting back to normal, when suddenly there were thousands of mice and quite a few legions of unsavoury rats, together with cats, dogs, birds, mules, horses, cows and what have you, that left town in panic. The people began to complain of dizzyness and pressure in their ears and strange feelings of panic. The situation had worsened so much, that most people started to evacuate, causing huge traffic jams as they tried to leave town. There was talk of mobilising the Swiss Army, because somebody obviously used some secret weapon against the town and its people. When the outside walls of the warden's quarters suddenly crumbled, the thing stopped. The birds were the first to come back, slowly life ebbed back into town, it was as if a spell was broken. Then suddenly I saw Detlof, who sober and cheerful and behind the wheel of a requisitioned Ferrari F40, with his stash well stashed around him, told me the following story:
One of his internee friends from the hospital managed to smuggle in a small portable "SiemensErsatzElektroschockgerät", the electrodes of which could in fact be mistaken for earphones. This was Detlof's chance. By telling everybody that he had a new walkman, which sounded better than anything Burmester or Ensemble could come up with, starting with the hulk from St. Moritz, he knocked everyone into a daze. When he got to the warden's quarters, he was welcomed with open arms, because the warden with Detlof's help had been tweaking his system for better bass performance, hoping for the final breakthrough, which D. had promised him. Well, that happened, but not quite in the way the warden had imagined, because after giving him the ES treatment, Detlof hooked up his Siemens to the warden's subwoofers, which in consequence sent out huge soundwaves in the range of 5- 10hz until they folded. The result was, what Detlof smilingly called the Jericho effect, the walls just crumbled. Detlof removed the rest of the butter hörnli, which he had used as protection from his ears and simply walked off. I'm sure we'll hear from him soon.