I had sent Miller a list of new questions for interview #6 and soon received an unusually terse, bitter half letter response within the doggy-stickered envelope. Here is his final letter to me — dated Jan. 7, 1997— in its entirety:   TRM: "****After receiving your recent letter to me, I've decided to end our interview! You certainly cannot have any addresses, phone #'s, or personal information about my realatives (sic). In other words....it's none of your business! I'm also mildly offended that you would have the audacity to ask my stepfather's weight after seeing a picture of him in an issue of T.R.'s Zine. I feel you're a little too personal for a stranger (which is exactly what you are), since you are not someone I have a in person (sic) friendship with. So, tell your superior "Mr. Peewit" that T.R., has ended his interview with your "Wormblower" Magazine. Thanx!"   WB: Readers may now be asking themselves what on earth were these horrible questions that so infuriated Miller, causing our heretofore cordial relationship to end so abruptly? One such question asked whether T.R. (or Luhey) had ever seen a UFO. I can only conclude that indeed they had but the U.S. government did not want these details revealed to the public and pressured Luhey/Miller (who very well could themselves be extraterrestrial life forms) to terminate all contact with our magazine. I also asked for the address and/or phone number of TR's cousin "Patty," because I became smitten after seeing her photocopied image in a recent "T.R.'s Zine." She was pretty and I thought that maybe TR could pull some strings on my behalf. Finally, I asked how much his stepfather "Don" weighed and what he liked to eat — because he looks like one dude who loves to eat. A real wobbler.     Stop the presses! Yet another reversal. This letter from a Mr. T.R. Miller (Cartoonist) is dated January 14, 1997 and the pertinent parts (minus the superfluous ****'s and salutations, etc.) are here reprinted:   TRM: I received your letter in my P.O. box, today. And, after reading your reply to the note to you, I see you are an honorable person! It is obvious that you had good intentions & are a real gentleman. I would consider continuing our interview. I feel now that you are a respectable 'zine publisher & your goal is to present a personal interview to entertain the readers of "Wormblower." Now, that our misunderstanding is over with, it's up to you if you want to send more questions. If, you decide to continue our interview, I'll know to skip questions I don't want to answer & to answer those which I feel comfortable answering. ****Happy New Year!, etc.       And so, a few days after receiving this letter from Miller, I remailed the set of questions that had set him off earlier, carefully rephrasing them and eliminating altogether the troubling queries. The day after I mailed off this questionaire I received a FINAL missive from New Jersey's highly-troubled, unstable 'toonist — WB.   TRM: January 16, 1997****Several days ago I mailed you a letter that stated I probably would continue my interview with "Wormblower" magazine. But, now after carefully thinking it thru....I've decided I no longer wish to answer any more questions for your magazine. Nor, do you have to reply or send copies of "Wormblower" to my P.O. BOX! First of all, I publish "T.R.'s" zine, which is a literary arts pamphlet. And, I really have no time for other small press publications (this must be the reason that he had sent Luhey cartoons to virtually every 'zine in FactSheet 5; literally hundreds—WB). Second, I don't want to be a part of anyone else's magazine anymore (see previous notation) because my only interest is "T.R.'s" Zine, and that is my only responsibility! Thirdly, my "T.R.'s" Zine is for the poet's market & for english (sic) literature enthusiasts. Obviously, being in "underground" magazines which contain "profanity" and "nasty" material, is not my "cup of tea!"   WB — Well it may not be TR's cup of tea but it certainly seems to be skanky little Luhey's favorite toilet bowl treat! In none other than T.R.'s Zine, Issue #5 we find the following, written by Mr. Miller himself:     "Frank Moore (Editor) The Cherotic (R)evolutionary Zine! Outrageous, Wild, Bizarre, and gorgeous.... are adjectives I can use to describe Frank's Erotic, Hot, Sexy, Juicy (I'm gettin' a little sweaty now myself) and Adults Only Zine!!!! I drew erotic artwork in grand fashion and Mr. Moore published my artistry in his 1995 edition! ...Annie Sprinkle, who was on H.B.O., for her striptease expertise and her photographing nude woman (sic) for her Calendar....was the featured celeb in the issue I was published in....Frank's a talented and dapper gent! Greetings & regards to Mr. Moore. Thanks!!!!"   And now for the remainder of TR's final, scathing letter—WB).   TRM: ****You would be better off interviewing someone who is more "underground" than myself. And, certainly you realize that with my G-Rated format for "T.R.'s" Zine it is rather naive of you to think that I would fit in with your other contributors. I do not! So, I am formally ending our interview with this thought in mind, choose someone "underground" who fits your magazine format, and always make sure that the one being interviewed is prepared for your type of interview. Blah, blah, blah...Thanx for your interest in me, though. And, good luck with all your artistic endeavors!   With this final assault of flawless, biting logic, Professor Miller neatly yet forcefully has put the Machiavellian Wormblower interviewer in his proper place. He has effortlessly and brilliantly trumped Mr. Boyler's obvious lack of mental acuity and has avenged himself — and Luhey — in a stunning, final tour de force. His insight is chilling.     I imagined Miller reclining comfortably in the arena-sized penthouse of his palatial Garden State penthouse, laughing at my foolishness while stoking the head of his quivering little… Llapso-Apso. Alone in a world of his own genius, he is beyond us; this is his fate. He is the Grandma Moses of the coming century. And I am but a poor fool.