Well, I am not into the whole "bomb" and war thing, but i will still try and make it entertaining.
I do not know what happened to me today. I was out and about with your package in hand. Had your address on it and everything. Boxed up with special packaging tape (yeah it was CLEAR) and ready to go. Making my daily rounds and stuff, but what was to happen, was such a mystery. When i turned the corner, this gentleman approached me from the alley. He kind of mistified in broad daylight, sort of like a mirage does. He held up his hand, and it looked like the predator is in stealth mode. And all he could say was "If you leave it, they will go" as he motioned to the box in my hands. He reached his hands out for it. And something took over, the box floated out of my arm into his hands, like it was a magnet. With a slight smile, a big puff of smoke (pun intended) arose from his existance, and a paper fell to the floor.
On it was some symbols, hopefully you can help me make it out.
1 Z W2 35X 00 347 56 8149
I do not know if this is some cult or some address or phone number from some far away galaxy, but i am hoping you can tell me what this means by this friday.
-eric
