Seth began writing letters. He vastly preferred E-mail, but not everyone he was writing to had electronics to access such a thing. Once he was done, he called for Bridgett. "Bridge? I need you to mail these letters!"
Bridgett walked into the study. "Okay, then, sir." He handed her the letters. She walked out of Seth's house and placed them in the mailbox.
Meanwhile, Cog was watching from the living room window. Yes, Seth... Mail your little letters... It'll be me who gets the real prize, regardless of who wins. Under his mask, he grinned, his sharp teeth making for a sinister visage.