It is obscene to have to wait months for a retort to one of my insults! You have had enough time to ponder upon your doings. No apology can quell the fiery rage that burns deep in the trigone of my bladder. You have left me, here, without but a thought as to how badly your silence may affect me. Oh how cruel a world you live in. How ironic that my victory may come round to bite me in the proverbial buttock.
With a melted heart I sit here on my throne; but triumphant I am not. So I reach out and with some warm, recycled air wish you congratulations on your promotion to rector. May it be the thorn in your side that drives you insane. The very thorn that may bring you back to me.
Dear Professor, I am, forever yours,
Toby (and Mephy)
With a melted heart I sit here on my throne; but triumphant I am not. So I reach out and with some warm, recycled air wish you congratulations on your promotion to rector. May it be the thorn in your side that drives you insane. The very thorn that may bring you back to me.
Dear Professor, I am, forever yours,
Toby (and Mephy)
