Dear :iconizzula3:, I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'm in love with your cat.
I think I realized it when that night you picked your nose at the mental hospital and I saw you hit on the Catholic Priest. I'm sure you're cowardly enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning your car to you, but I'll keep your photo with the mustache drawn on it as a memory. You should also know that I get sick when I think of your feet and you ruined my attempts at another world war..
With tears of sadness, Max.