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A letter to Mr. F, c/o Cyrus

Come speak with me. You'd know who I am, so find me about.

- Brendo Wilks

A reply is hastily written

come see me at the crone, and we'll discuss your talents and future.

Mister F

No.

You find me. Got no idea who you are, what you look like, but you sound like a wanker.

Get your shit together, find me out. If you want to act on what you speak, do this.

-Wilks

If you cannot take simple instructions then you obviously are not what we are looking for, I need good men who are willing to listen and act upon what I tell them. Not some idiot who thinks insults is the way forward. I shall ask you politely once more,

Come see me at the crone, I know who you are, otherwise dont waste my time that i could be using in more important matters

Mister F

Mate, what kind of shit are you peddling?

Meet you? You mean stand around and maybe happen by someone what I don't know looks like? I'm going to bust your face in too, for calling me an idiot. I know your type, one of them blokes what talks alot and does shit else besides.

Leave a description, if you got the figs to.

-Wilks