I thought it best to send this message to yourselves rather than trusting another to deliver this message to Miss Moreno. And as I know... This message will get to her, one way or another.
So, I am coming for her. Soon. Very Soon.
When I do you shall all be dead by the time it is over.
I shall arrive with the force of a monsoon.
I shall see the face that reminds me of a sweet clover.
I shall kill you all with a spoon.
I shall make up for the way I drove her.
So that was it. I shall see you soon my love. But of course not soon enough.
And as for the person reading this... Your end is near.
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Signed,
Your Favourite Little [color=#FF6666]P[color=#FF9966]each.
Listen here you pathetic [censored]... Until you start sounding like a man instead of a prancing through daises, boy band rhyming, mother's tit sucking child... you won't strike fear into any -true- Corsair.