A Letter

Written by: Felicity~SKR~
Posted on: August 25, 1999

A Letter

Dear Sirs,

Enclosed in this package are the remains of the latest person you have sent to my establishment. It is getting to be quite tedious trying to run my business with all these interruptions.
I, sir, am an upstanding business man in the city of Tristram, much as Griswald the antique dealer, and I am much preferable to that slattern witch who resides in what is, quite likely, a methamphetamine lab on the edge of town.

Do you beleaguer HER establishment with interruptions hourly? NO! But you insist on disrupting my business quite frequently. Why it has gotten to the point where I must needs hire security guards (At quite a horrendous expense I assure you!) to waylay your "goons". Please do not think you are fooling my by having them disguised as rogues, mages, and warriors.

I insist that you cease your invasion of my privacy immediately or all future IRS agents you send will be returned to you in even SMALLER packages.

DIABLO