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Dear Sir or Madame, I am Chauncey Q. Frothandslosh, and I have quite a few words to say to you. First off, how are you this fine evening? It’s raining here, but I love the rain. Second off, you, sir, are a pompous ass. Thinking you can sweep my Jayde off her feet with your smooth-talking, your charm, and pleasurably soft skin! Poff and tarts, I say to that! Third off, suck it. Forth off, it’s 1:30 am while I write this, so if I say “suck it” or any insults similar to “suck it”, forgive me. It’s the sleep deprivation talking. Fifth off, I hate your hair. I have never seen your hair, but I am sure that I would detest it with a burning passion if I ever did see it. Lastly off, I expect you to never talk to my sweet Jayde ever again. Ever. Not now, not later, not this upcoming Thursday, not in the year 4536. Why do I say the year 4536? Because me and Miss Jay will surely have frozen ourselves until said time period in order to view the Robot Rebellion firsthand. Sincerly, your friend, Chauncey Q. Frothandslosh.