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PARANOIA

We're not paranoid, they're just out to run us into the ground, that's all. So, government-in-waiting members, look over your shoulders, and you'll get your bellies split open. Guard your innards and they'll crack your skull.
We're looking for a new Minister of Armies to take over from the last, erm, incumbent. Those who which to see his remains will need to bring a magnifying glass to Govt HQ. Of course, we're so paranoid, we won't tell you where it is. The reason we are advertising the position on this page should be obvious.
PS. If you can read this, you're dangerous. Stay where you are. We know where you live.