Dear Miss Mun, You know, you never quite addressed me on the matter of you-- ah, how was it that you put it?-- "dropping me like it's hot". It wasn't as though I had anything terribly important to do, you know. And now, thanks to you, you've jeopardised all the plans I had, taken me away from a potential new protectorate, sabotaged any and all progress I had made towards civilisation in that hellhole, and now I'm stuck here with that loudmouthed prat America. Since you seem to be so at a loss... read more
