Dear The Architect
I don't really know how to tell you this, but I dislike you. I think I realised it when you put cuffs on me at the mental hospital and I saw you pull the clothes off my best friend. I'm sure you're man enough to understand that Extreme Makeover sucks. I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep the oil stocks as a memory. You should also know that I told in my confession today about cocaine abuse.
Your everlasting enemy,
Shryke
aw man that started off kinda cool but then it just stopped making sense