Pidwidgeon flew trough the hall and chrashed into Durelin who was (like always) babbling to herself. She took the little letter and unfolded it.
Dear Durelin,
Your babbling.
Greetings,
Anuion
P.S. Sinking in a submarine won't hurt. Theya are designed to sink you know? And you say your smarter than me. I laugh at your ignorance. MWUAHAHAHAHA
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