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Ralph Jones’s previous work for The Toast can be found here. This is his first piece for The Butter.

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THE ORIGINAL:

“I don’t know who you are. I don’t know what you want. If you’re looking for ransom, I can tell you I don’t have money; but what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career; skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you let my daughter go now that’ll be the end of it. I will not look for you. I will not pursue you. But if you don’t…I will look for you…I will find you…and I will kill you.”

 

DR. SEUSS

“No I don’t know who you may be,
I don’t know what you want from me.
I have no money but I do
Have skills that would endanger you!
If you let my daughter go
I won’t chase you, no no no!
But if you keep her, oh dear me,
I will find you, you will see.
Not only will I catch you, I
Will make sure that I watch you die!”

 

DAVID FOSTER WALLACE

“At this moment I don’t have a huge clue as to who you may or may not be but I don’t actually believe that this starting point per se disqualifies me from making the following statement as to my intentions. I’m unrich so if you’re looking for some kind of ransom, knock yourself out – I can’t help you as far as all that’s concerned. This present conversation is one in which I aim to make clear to you, my interlocutor, that I have developed a number of, let’s say, qualifications [1]. These qualifications become particularly pertinent w/r/t my daughter, whom, we know as pretty much an established fact, you have kidnapped. Now — and this is the thing you’ll need to pay attention to, because here comes the important bit — the bit that, even if you hadn’t been listening to the rest of the conversation, you’d still need to remember because otherwise this whole thing would have been frankly a damn waste of everybody’s time [2] — say you let my daughter go…we won’t need to deal with each other ever again. If, on the other hand, you don’t take the (advised and [3]) aforementioned course of action, I can’t say that I won’t come looking for you. This will be non-good for you because it’s inevitable that I will find you. After which the likelihood that I will kill you is infinitely more strong than it is weak.”

1. It has taken me a long and not unhard career to develop these skills.
2. It is not my aim to waste time but I think that a reassessment of what we mean by ‘waste’ when it comes to time is long overdue. In other words, I think we have wasted time not spending enough time discussing the concept of wasted time.
3. I have nothing to add at this point.

 

E.L. JAMES

“Holy crap. Holy crap. Oh my God. Who are you?? I’m really freaking out here. My heart is beating like the biggest drum in the universe. I can’t give you money because I’ve got, like, none. I have super-loads of skills though. It’s taken me so long to get them…I am not kidding. And you are not gonna like the person I become when I use those skills. So if you let my baby come back to me, I won’t chase you. But the thing is, if you don’t, I will chase you. Seriously. And I’ll get you. And my inner goddess and me will kill you, for sure. Holy cow.”

 

CHUCK PALAHNIUK

“I am Liam Neeson’s Pet Rottweiler.
Your identity. I don’t know it.
I don’t have money, so I tell you, I am trained. I know this because Liam Neeson knows this. I say, I can make life very hard for you.
A solution of lye and water will dissolve a wooden spoon.
Let my daughter go and I will not chase you and I will not hunt you down but keep her and you will experience the kind of pain that makes you realise you’re alive.
But you won’t be alive.
None of us are.
Maggots will feast on your eyeballs.
I am Liam Neeson’s Huge Karate Teacher.”

 

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

“I know thy voice but know not who thou art.
Nor can I profess to know thy mind.
If ransom be thy motive, know that I
Hath money only for the clothes that cloak
My skin. In place of coins I hath acquired
Valuable knowledge of the sort that breaks
The backs of men like you. Return my girl.
If she and I are reunited, thou
Shalt have no cause to hear from me again.
But lo, if you should choose a different path
(O God! I can scarce imagine such a fate),
Scouring land and sea I will find you
And with my sword I will remove thy tongue.
A plague upon you! I will not rest until
Thy body rots six feet beneath the earth.”

 

WILL SELF

“A flâneur such as I ought to be cognisant of your viral statistics but, alas, in this department I find myself malnourished to a degree that is, well, flagitious. Nor can I claim to be in any way clued-up on your raison d’être. Capacities I do possess, however, come in the form of acquired aptitude. These morsels d’expertise have been honed, chiselled, refined, over a career whose longeur could not in all good faith be described as insubstantial. If you relinquish my blessed sprog I won’t be forced to put into action the aforementioned skillset, but I’m afraid that if you decide against this approach I will put you in my sights as a poacher would a cervidae. Much like the deer you will not be conscious of your imminent shuffle off this mortal coil. Unlike that beautiful beast you’d probably swear like buggery as you popped your clogs.”

 

ERNEST HEMINGWAY

“Will kill you if you do not return daughter.”

Ralph Jones, who looks remarkably like Rafael Nadal, is a comedy writer and journalist from London. He is part of sketch group The Awkward Silence and has written for titles including BuzzFeed, Vice, Esquire, and New Statesman.

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Someone do James Ellroy.
2 replies · active 405 weeks ago
It's extremely satisfying to speak the Shakespeare version aloud. (I may have done this a couple of times now.)
3 replies · active 515 weeks ago
for some reason, this was the bit that made me start laughing at work:
"If you let my daughter go
I won’t chase you, no no no!"

you know, thinking about it, a Seussian character set on vengeance would be TERRIFYING. They've got near unlimited skills and abilities floating up into absurdity, and they're REALLY bendy. Never cross The Cat in the Hat.
3 replies · active 515 weeks ago
I am now more convinced than ever that I need never read Fight Club nor Infinite Jest to lead a satisfying and fulfilling life, despite much haranguing by various "friends".
Oh god. Infinite Jest has been on my to-read list forever, and I am growing convinced that I must not read it, because, if I do, I will likely suck that shit up like a sponge and my prose will become even more convoluted than it is now, and I didn't think that was possible.

It's bad enough I read The Princess Bride at an impressionable age, and now my orientation seems to be "footnotesexual".
5 replies · active 515 weeks ago
Mr. Mills gave his interlocutors to understand that he could but guess at their names or intentions. His first supposition being, that they designed to hold Miss Mills at ransom, he mildly professed his penury: he could hardly keep himself on a hundred a year, and would not hope that any draw on his funds could redeem his daughter. However, Mr. Mills could claim to his credit a very particular set of skills—such skills, he warned, as would make himself seem "a very nightmare to his adversaries."

He thus proposed, that should the abductors release Kim from her bonds on the instant, he would consider the matter entirely concluded, and would refrain from further inquiry or pursuit. Should they reject this offer, they must expect to be sought after—found out—and killed.
3 replies · active 515 weeks ago
YES.
This is brilliant. Ending with Hemingway was perfect.
Thank you. Thank you for this. It is truly glorious.
Wonderful. I laughed at Dr Seuss, giggle-snorted at EL James and Shakespeare and nearly dropped my phone when I got to Hemingway.

Well done.
1 reply · active 515 weeks ago
Just delightful. Do Twain! Do Wilde!
I do not know who you are who you are I do not know do not know. But I do know what I do know what I do know is how to hurt you if you do not do not return to me my daughter.

Gertrude Stein
EMILY DICKINSON

Identity — unknowable —
Your object — undefined —
Your wants are null — you are a blank —
Your enigmatic mind

Perhaps seeks gold — a poverty
I cannot claim to fill —
I offer — in its humble stead —
My own array of skills —

Skills shap’d and contour’d like a stone
By water — grit — and Time —
Conceived to produce grievous pain —
The seat of fear to prime —

To fetter my destructive Hands —
My Daughter I require —
Else this pernicious game cannot
Conclude — till you expire —
7 replies · active 515 weeks ago
David Mamet

Look, asshole: I don't know who the fuck you are or what you fucking want. If you want cash, you're up shit creek with a paddle in your ass. But I've been around a long fucking time and have learned some skills in dealing with shitstains like you. Never thought I'd have a daughter, always thought if I had a kid it'd be a boy. Fuckin' women, amirite? Fuck. So look, give her back and I won't find you and blow your fuckin head off. But if you don't, you good-for-nothing sonofabitch pigfucker, I'm gonna send your ass straight to hell.
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(Victor Hugo)
In my days as a college (student) librarian, we used to have a printout of this entire speech, complete with the picture, taped to the stapler so that people wouldn't steal it. Liam Neeson proved a very effective deterrent.
P.G. Wodehouse

Look, my good man, I haven't the faintest idea as to who you are, or what might have induced you to make off with that dearest flesh of my own flesh, fruit of my loins, my much-beloved offspring. If you're questing for dosh, I must confess that I am not precisely rolling in the stuff. Filthy lucre and I have not been on the friendliest of terms these many moons, and Dame Fortune has not turned her beaming countenance towards self to enrich the old coffers. But, dear chap, and I say this with all due reticence, if reticence is indeed the word I want, I am in possession of a not-inconsiderable collection of skills, learned at my dear father's knee and practiced with a fervor usually found only in small boys who have just realized that capturing frogs will be an excellent way to discomfit their elder sisters, with which I could, I daresay, make life most unpleasant for someone such as, say, your good self. Now, should you choose the eminently sensible route of returning aforesaid f. of my own f., joy of my heart, crown of my youth, and comfort of my old age, we can agree to say no more about the entire unpleasant business. But if you persist in this "kidnapping and holding one's daughter against her will" business, I shall sadly be forced to make inquiries, discover your whereabouts, and 'bump you off', as James Cagney might say, were he to find himself in this precise situation.
10 replies · active 515 weeks ago
Shakespeare was particularly excellent! And Hemingway. Very good job.
Shakespeare, with the scansion fixed:
“I know thy voice but know not who thou art.
Nor can I say I know thy state of mind.
If ransom be thy motive, know that I
Have money only for the clothes that cloak
My skin. In place of coins I have acquired
Much priceless knowledge of the sort that breaks
The backs of men like thou. Return my girl.
If she and I are reunited, thou
Shalt have no cause to hear from me again.
But lo, if thou shouldst choose a different path
(O God! I scarce can think on such a fate!)
By scouring land and sea thy steps I'll track
And with my sword I will remove thy tongue.
A plague on thee! No rest I'll have until
Thy body rots six feet beneath the earth.”
3 replies · active 515 weeks ago
Okay but if you change Hemingway to

"You die if daughter not returned."

Then you can at least equal the famous six-word short story!
2 replies · active 515 weeks ago
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DamaskRose · 515 weeks ago

Isabel Allende....

Your identity is unknown, you are faceless as God through the damn telephone; your desire as unknowable as a woman's dreams. I take a swig of coffee, feel it scald my throat and burn through my chest, letting the pain distract me, calm me. "I don't have any money," I say into the receiver, my voice thick with anger but steady now. "No money. But I have skills, particular, special skills. I acquired these very special skills over many years of loyal service to el Benefactor--how do you think a man like me rose through the ranks? " I drop my voice, whisper sweetly as a lover into the stranger's ear. "Why do you think I retired to this fine estate and my daughter paints teacups with the pimply debutantes of Santiago? Who do you think brought down the Priest, disappeared the Professor, framed the Poet? If you let my daughter go, that will be the end, I will let you crawl back into whatever miserable whorehouse you were born in. But if she is not delivered intact to my doorstep within the next thirty minutes I will hunt you down like the dog you are. And I will find you. And when I am done, you will wish I had killed you."
I throw the telephone across the room, it smashes just above the head of the Indian maid.
hah, this is actually the most compelling compliment of Ernest Hemingway I've ever read. i generally think he's garbage, but it's true that sometimes brevity is a beautiful thing! seriously, I snorted milk through my nose when I read this.
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SquidHeadFan · 515 weeks ago

Richard Stark

"When the man answered the phone, Bryan Mills threatened to kill him."

Kurt Vonnegut

"All this happened, more or less. My daughter being kidnapped, that's pretty true. She really did try to follow U2 around Europe one time. I really did threaten to someone that I would look for them, find them and kill them if they didn't return my daughter. And so on. I've changed the names."

Corman McCarthy

"Retired - Estranged from daughter - Dick measuring contest - Kidnapping - The phone call

See the child. She is pale and thin, she hides under the bed. Her father instructs her. Her father is known for his security work, but in truth her father is a secret operative. He lies in drank and speaks of his particular set of skills. He threatens to kill them if they do not return her. She is gone."
1 reply · active 515 weeks ago
Wait, why is the most prolific author of this century left off the list! (Barbara Cartland)
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prairie_smoke · 515 weeks ago

e e cumings:

whoso
ever you are
i do not
know no
i do not
poss(ess) gold i
have no
thing (no one) with out
her, except
my skills (your
nightmare)
you will
hide
a
n
d
i will seek
(kill
Jean-Paul Sartre:

I have no ontological proof of you, for though I can suppose the subjectivity of you, the Other, you cannot. The Other is always playing at being the Other, even as he denies consciousness of his own nothingness. Though I haven't a sou, you'll find that living in a Second Empire drawing-room has its points. I feel you there, in every pore. You can nail up your mouth, cut your tongue out—but you can't prevent your being there. Though I have no use for “the child,” as you call her, let her alone. Don't paw her with your dirty man's hands. We're chasing after each other, round and round in a vicious circle, Open your hands and let go of everything. Or else you'll bring disaster on all three of us. And I'll remind her every day, “yes, my pet, we killed him between us.” I'm rather cruel, really.
VLADIMIR NABOKOV

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury! Humbert Humbert does not claim to recognise the addressor of this malicious missive (though predictably, he suspects the quaverous, quivering Quilty). Hum also denies any comprehension as to the callous captor's malignant motives in abducting lovely Lotte, lyrical Lo – that is to say, Lolita, light of his life, fire of his loins, etc. etc. etc. (repeat till the page is full, printer) – but nonetheless maintains that if this imperious instigator, this kitschy kidnapper, this quasi-Quilty is seeking la rançon in return for the denial of dear diaphanous Dolly's death, he will not recieve it. H.H. posesses no fair fortune, no towering heap of glossy, gleaming, honey-hued capital coins, no brimful of banknotes, no crumpled, cream-coloured cheques, no dollars, doubloons, dirhams, or drachmas – he is, for all intents and purposes, sans argent.
Yet Humbert Humbert, garrulous gentleman he is, hailing from euphonous Europe, does posess a savvy, sagacious set of skills, acquired across a long, lavish life (a princedom by the sea, a lycée in Lyon, a ponderous passage in Paris) with all those happy boons and benefits granted by a proper classical education (you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style) – skills that would have Humbert seem to Quilty a positive phantasmagoria, an artist and a madman (a bird, a very bird!).
I, Humbert Humbert, therefore propose that if Quilty (or whoever you are) chooses to return my darling Dolores (standing four feet ten in one sock), this feeble farce will come to an end. If, however, C.Q. chooses la route de l'enfer and elects not to reimburse my russet nymphet, he must know that Humbert Humbert will arrive one damp, chilly April evening outside the Quilty residence, an exceptionally handsome male (standing six feet five with one revolver), and in the shivering glaucous gloom will administer le coup.
You broke her heart. I will merely break your life."
Daily Mail online:

Your (sic) not a celebrity, you will never be famous and my house is not nearly worth as much as you think. I, however,have been famous for fifteen minutes and I will be booked again for reality TV, which let’s face it, is no fun for anyone if I don’t have my bikini body. I am not entirely admitting to having a daughter no matter what you’ve heard. I do have a precious pug though and I’ve set up a facebook page to track it down … not sure where it went … I thought it was in my handbag … drivel drivel drone drone…Oh, oh but I do dye hair.
My dear sir:
Your name is, I regret to say, unfamiliar to me. I do not believe we have ever been introduced, and I am uncertain in what manner I may serve you: I am not a rich man, having only some stock in the two per cents and the income from my small farm. I am however, possessed of some particular accomplishments. I have, for instance, been accounted a considerable shot from my youth. If you will send my daughter home immediately, we will say no more about the matter. If, however, you persist in retaining her, be assured that I will not rest until you are discovered, and that once found, your existence will not be of long duration.
I remain, etc.
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