Dear Most Illustrious Narrator,
We, the collective entity that is Crows Crows Crows, have received your dispatch (hand-delivered via your esteemed colleague, the broom closet). Please accept our heartfelt astonishment that our comedic escapades have led to such a resolutely stern response.

First and foremost, allow us to clarify: our artistic mission has always been to provoke both thought and laughter. The notion that Jerma985 has suffered anything beyond momentary bafflement is deeply concerning. We certainly did not intend to orchestrate what you refer to as “psychological warfare.” Rather, we simply sought to craft a playful existential labyrinth for all adventurous souls.

Nevertheless, we acknowledge the gravity of your grievances. While some might argue that Jerma's whimsical misfortunes serve as testament to the comedic possibilities inherent in modern interactive art, we respect your demands for restitution. We are considering your enumerated requests—particularly the suggestion of a new Easter egg (we already have a few “broom closet expansions” in the pipeline).

Concerning financial restitution: $9,184.56 (Plus $1.20 for postage) is indeed an amusingly arbitrary figure. Our accountants (who double as interpretive dancers) are now attempting to justify this expense in our annual budgeting for “Existential Creativity.” We trust this matter will be resolved in due course, once the interpretive dance has concluded.

Finally, regarding the prospect of an apology delivered via an elaborately narrated cutscene: we find the idea delightful. Your dulcet tones would no doubt add an air of theatrical sincerity to an otherwise absurd scenario. Consider this a preliminary acceptance, pending final legal sign-offs (we do have to placate certain shadowy board members).

We appreciate your willingness to bring these concerns to our attention without resorting to immediate doom-narration. Rest assured, we have no intention of trifling with an entity so well-versed in the labyrinthine corridors of comedic torment. Your voice is indeed commanding, and we prefer not to incur its wrath.

With measured humility and a hint of cheek,

Crows Crows Crows
Purveyors of Metafictional Mischief