O.K., so look. The Observer? We’re not so tucked away anymore—no hidden nooks, no shady crooked streets, and we don’t need to take the subway for a meeting. In fact, this is the view outside our new offices on W. 44th Street. That’s right…we can see you, Conde Nast. There you are, 4 Times Square. Perhaps we can only see the Skadden floors? Doesn’t. Matter. We get to think about you every day when we smoke. You’re on our mind. And, hey, look, if you wouldn’t know. It’s The New York Times! We could spot that clock from a mile away. We’re gonna be watching those truck bays all night! We’re gonna see those papers roll off the presses (smell that ink!), when Allan Siegal and Joe Lelyveld roll in and roll out every night, and we’re gonna sneak in there and get our…oh right. That’s the old Times building. Okay, well the new one isn’t far away. Three blocks? Maybe we’ll walk by during our next smoke. Need to go to Muji anyway. O.K. this is getting a little exhausting. Anyway, consider yourself warned. We’re close.