So.

Badou.

I'm glad that you're making friends and stuff. Overjoyed, really.

But see, I got this teeny little complaint.

Okay, if Manry were maybe, oh I dunno, over 18, I wouldn't MIND that she flounces about in the morning in nothing but panties and a tee-shirt. First thing I want when I get up is a cigarette and some coffee. Not half naked loli. I am disturbed and somewhat frightened.

Also, I think that perhaps she got our rooms confused, because I really don't think she would have meant to leave her bra on my door knob.

I really really don't want children's services called. I don't want to go to jail again.

And before you ask, NO. I wasn't in jail for pedophilia, I broke a guy's skull open with a pipe wrench. It's a long story. Be quiet.

Lastly, if your midget friend's dad really does decide to kill you, I'm in no way involved with any of this. Got it? Fantastic.


Edit: ALSO, MISTER VERY LARGE BLOND MAN. Hoppenheimer or whatever.

Stop fucking with my little brother or I'll cap you.