Charlie, there are times to calculate the velocity of the bullets, and times to crap your pants. This is one of the latter times. (A time to crap is in Ecclesiastes, right?)
Umm, a sniper with no guarantee of Edgerton? I'm feeling sort of ripped off here. Strike that. Remove the words "sort of."
Charmita: together they make one crappy liar.
And the Geneva thing -- is that how we're without Larry for months?
Bad Mike Brady! Bad!
Larry, I want to see you run screaming from the room!
Apparently, the memo went out that we needed scruffier men this year.
Liz, you're looking rather beautiful this year: by beautiful, I mean freaking gorgeous, and I hate you.
OMG, Charlie, could you be a worse liar? I mean, could you?
Firecrackers? Seriously? This guy clearly does not want to kill anyone.
Colby, sorry, you're hot, but I wouldn't vote for you either.
Global, why do you keep showing me House previews. A happy House is not a home
Yes, I have come to the decision. Liz, I hate you. It's not fair one person got so much pretty.
Charlie, that phone call is one hell of a BIG DEAL.
Okay, so I'm going to need to keep a count of bullets in this eppesode. I actually had to look up that this eppesode wasn't directed by Stephen Gyllenhaal, because he usually does all the shoot-outs.
Oh David, have I mentioned you are awesome? Wait, I gave you
Well, Mr. Brady is a killer, and Colby will smite him down.
WHAT IS UP WITH ALL THE CORRECT SPELLING? MY SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF IS BROKEN!
Okay, so I didn't see the whole calling for permission to marry thing coming. I guess they're slightly better at keeping secrets than I thought.
Suggestion for the end of Charlie's letter: PS: Spy, this is your shout out so DROP IT!
Have done everything short of spamming to make Numb3rs a Twitter trending topic. Okay, so perhaps it was spam-lite.