Dear Enemies, 

Years on, the doctor and I still search for the man made of hate. As I've always said, HateFilledBox is a man whose life style I completely agree with.  His ideas work only for the betterment of mankind. With him at society's helm, the world would run at a flawless pace. I want to make him bleed. Revenge is my life force. It is the air I breathe. We should find him soon, as long as that goddamned Narrator doesn't give away our plans. 

I pledge this to you: I will find the one they call HateFilledBox. My heart belongs only to him and his destruction. 

But now comes 12:34, which is a time very important to the army of the Cynically Depressed.  I will make the toast. Raise your glass of poison with me and say:

Follow, follow

'til death and dollop do us part

'Twixt froth and mead

Twain love and heart

Sinsurely,

Ian Hinden