Irimon.

I will admit that I do not speak on behalf of my city, or indeed behalf of anyone but myself. Nonetheless, I feel that I should at least make a brief comment.

I'd give you a recommendation as to which orifice you should politely go and jam that wretched spear, but given the absolute excrement that flows unabated from between your lips, I fear you might choke and the only void you shown to be able to have to offer us is the one that which lies between your ears.

What a wonderful curiosity you are, that you were deemed fit to be blessed with such a strange anatomy and the only thing I see anyone begging you to do is to never darken this board with your tedious prattle ever again.

Much love.

E

xoxo


Penned by my hand on the 6th of Miraman, in the year 919 AF.