Hiya Hingar, say what kinda name is that anyways? Sounds like some kind
of lip fungus. That wouldn't be a name your dear sweet Mama gave you,
now would it?
You know, I've been hearing rumors about your Mama lately, Hingar and,
it isn't pretty.
Like,
Yo Mama so nasty, she has to creep up on bathwater.
Hmm, maybe it wasn't nasty, maybe it was ...
Yo Mama so ugly, that your father takes her to work with him, so that he
doesn't have to kiss her goodbye.
Nah, I think it was ...
Yo Mama so fat, she influences the tides.
You know. I don't think I'm getting it quite right...
Ah yes, it was...
Yo Mama so stupid, that when your dad said it was chilly outside, she
ran outside with a spoon.
You know, my memory is really awful Hingar. Truly it is. I'm afraid I've
mislead you a wee bit. Seems my sources tell me all the above is true.
Let's just quit beating around the bush shall we? I guess what I'm
saying is, that the greater portion of the people of this land, don't
belong to you Hingar, never have, never will, and you can kiss our
collective arse.
----- Wylie -----

p.s. My formatting rules!

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Daedalan, in the year 386 AF.