Death to Each and Every Trader!

First of all, let me point out that we have not been OUTSMARTED. No one can OUTSMART a moleman! We are the most intelligent creatures since Saturday Morning Cartoons!

That said, we seem to have OVERLOOKED a few pesky submariners, who have slipped off into the sunset to the north (yes that's how fizix works) and are currently hiding out in those deep, dank, duggerly woods.

The persons in question, be they in sound mind or otherwise, are hereby commanded to turn themselves in for immediate trial by jury (of moles) and sentencing by judge (also a mole) to summary execution (by moles) in the most hideous ways imaginable (in the mind of moles).

Thank you for your cooperation. (Pronounced "koop-er-ay-shun")

RH, head of the Glorious Molache Secret-But-Not-So-Secret-We-Openly-Patrol-The-Streets-Looking-For-Suspicious-Looking-Persons-To-Feast-Upon Police.