To whom it concerns:

Your talk is much more humongous than your walk, and at the rate things are going, you'd better not stop too soon or your teeth will fly through your cranium.

And no, I am not being funny, say that again and I will pump your lungs full of carbon monoxide and let you become a living joke...in hell.

Me? Rude? Nani desu ka?! Watashi?! Tch. Puh-lease. If I'm rude I won't even entertain your call. I would just flip you off and tell you to do something indescribable (which will not be elaborated upon in case you, gentle reader, are an uncorrupted adolescent).

First, it was a meager three times. How do you expect me to do all of that homework? If it is manageable, I would have done it with ease. But apparently you have been asking favors to increase my workload since you are so against the arts I'm picking up.

'Mathematics needs practice. Every question is different.' Of course it is, airhead. The numbers and language is different. But in concept, it is the same. Don't you dare try to fool me, because I have studied enough literature works to know that sonnets, even if the content is different, they are the same as they all use the iambic parameter (or whatever meter they use, not sure.)

I am not blind, nor am I deaf. I know you are very displeased that things aren't going your way. Newsflash, Puerile Being. I am not 3 anymore and will not blindly follow orders like some lost sheep. I know I have rights. If you want to shape people your way, get a Barbie doll or something. Because I will remember every single wrong and the retribution will be a thousand times of the wrongs.

Thrice. You have broken promises to shreds more than that. Since you dismiss my explanations as excuses, then I shall dismiss yours for garbage. After all, they are nothing but empty words. Can I assume that you are a heinous witch because of that? Or an anorexic drunkard?

Whatever. Suit yourself. You are simply not worth the typos I make in my anger.
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On a side note:
DAMN YOU, KEYBOARD!