Dear Frillythingy:

I don't really know how to tell you this, but I dislike you. I think I realized it when I saw the shrunken head outside of chicago and I saw you drive out Bill Clinton. I'm sure you're man enough to understand that there is no solution to this. I'm returning your old lottery coupons to you, but I'll keep your photo as a memory. You should also know that I will tell the authorities about the incarnation as an eskimo.

Good luck on your short term leave from jail,
BluAlbino