To the one who I once addressed as Rineypoo,

I always knew our relationship would degrade to this point, but I know
exactly why and feel you probably shouldn't be kept in the dark any
longer. We both know I love airing my dirty laundry in public,
especially if it involves humiliating you, so if you feel surprise at
this I'm just going to have to laugh.

I've listened to you complain about the wiles of Lord Aeon again and
again, and how He toys with all that you have learned in combat. One
would almost think that your obsession with Him was worthy of joining
His Order. I have listened to your whining over how unfair it is to
fight Serpents, then turn around and laud your combat school again and
again once you're learned how to deal with it, treating its skill as
your own. Your cowardice in combat reminds me of a groundhog, only
poking your head out to fight me and running when you see even a glimpse
of fangs.

I have had to deal with the humiliation of Mischievites thinking we
would make a good couple, I've had to deal with the stench you bring
upon Sapience, I've had to deal with your smugness and your eyes being
narrowed one too many times.

I shall trap you again and again in the Erisian Pyramid. You will
memorize Primal Chaos by the time I am through with you. I hope you
enjoyed your hard-earned clothing, for I shall force you to strip it
again and again in public, and dance around, perhaps with a cockatiel
mocking you along the way.

Henceforth, I formally name you the laughingstock of the Carnivalis
Institute of Jestering. May Silvestri's memory scowl upon you from his
grave in the past, and may you find comfort only in the arms of
Greyface's bureaucracy.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Glacian, in the year 555 AF.