Contemptible Clown,

While your childish pranks no longer serve any cause but to further
embarrass yourself, I can only be satisfied in the fact that they are no
longer a blight on the name of my Master and my fellow disciples. I had
hoped you would learn your lesson when we shunned you from the Bastion
of the North and the Order of Oblivion, yet you continue to shake this
proverbial bee hive of Nihilists. With this being said, your juvenile
acts have not gone unnoticed, and I assure you, neither will they go
unpunished. I suggest you hole yourself up in one of those exit-less
rooms you so adore and pull your veil tight, for you will be granted no
refuge from ruin, no safe-haven from subversion until I have deemed it
so.

But fret not, clown, and keep your spirits high! For while you will soon
be relegated to the grave, and your puerile mischief can no longer put a
smile upon the hideous mugs of your Eastern allies, rest assured that
the world at large will laugh uproariously at the thought of your
pitiful existence for years to come. While the whole of your profession
is characterized by foolish antics that bring an occasional chuckle to
Sapience, ever has it been true that the worst joke ever told was you.

Manifest Shiva
Keeper of the Flame-Bright Spear

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Phaestian, in the year 543 AF.