I do hope this package has made it into the hands of a card-carrying Grimster. There was a bit of argument with the postmaster regarding how many stamps it'd take, but that was quickly sorted out. Get it? Mail? Sorted? AHAHAH. Ahem. Aaaaanyway, I've been laying low for the past few months and I've just got to say - things are looking up, aren't they? Aside of Deathwing not finishing what he started, of course. I had the end of days party hats all made up. Might be useful yet - times are changing again and it's looking like some sweet sweet war is on the menu. The talking heads chatter and the mist breaks on beheaded shores! Exciting, isn't it? Someone put my symbol up in the clouds, I think, so I'm just itching to get back into the happening clubs. Maybe I'm just itchy, and oh so flaky. But mostly itchy. Maybe I should get that looked at? I digress; so I hear you lot got a fine reputation of spreading the love through Annihilation. I like that. Maybe we can be friends? I do hope we can be friends. Best friends. Two of a kind, the legion of us - or is it too of a mind? Either way, I think we'll get along fine.
I look forward to vomiting mouth words soon with one of your trained and talented staff of camp counselors. Oh, and you can keep the gift here. I've got plenty more of them lying around - it's become sort of a hobby. Is it a child or a gnome? Who can TELL these days? Anyway, this one's teriyaki flavored I think. Real popular with the drones fresh from Gilneas, if only they'd pay - am I right?
Maliciously Delicious,
BEETLEGEUSE BEETLEGEUSE BEETLEGEUS ;
The Bug Eating Bastard of Brill
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The Decaying Duke of Diabolical Dementation, Prophet of Putrid Perversion, The Thane of the Profane, Count of Cackles, Sultan of Sacrilige, The Clown Prince of Grime, The Sweatstain of Tirisfal, Baron of Blighted Brews, Marquis of Manic Mayhem, The Walking Corpse of Decency, Agnes, The Avatar of Annoying, Afflictive Alliteration
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Harpies drop beaks when you kill them, but they don't have any beaks on their faces! So where, then, do they have their beaks? I think we -both- know! Enjoy.
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THEY COULDN'T HIDE FOREVER!
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Black and white, black and white, black and white - dancing in the mist. This one's safe but the other one's PISSED!
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< You know what? This doesn't taste like Teriyaki at all. It tastes more like Lime and Pepper. Very crunchy. >