NDP04
NUMBER: NDP04
PRIORITY: DINER
DATE: 26-11-17
CUSTOMER & ORDER: THE SOCIETY
SERVER: MANAGER
Oi, we've got another cheeky note in the margins. This time from me older brother. As expected, he wasn't happy that we intentionally gave the chuffin’ Dark our Mechanism pieces. I suppose our little stunt has been right choblesome over at the Society. Prolly even spread to IRIS. Bet they wanna Cuddle ‘n Kiss me now, huh? Anyway, here's what his message said minus the worst of the profanity. Don't want these receipts to start looking like a bloody bathroom stall.
"[Manager]
You absolute [nice guy]. You wretched [ly nice guy]. You slimy [blimey!] goblin. I knew trusting a [fun guy] like you would be an utter and irrevocable MISTAKE. You are a mistake. I would say that I cannot believe you would be so [delightfully] carless, but then I would be the [fun and funny] liar. And that's your job, isn't it? To be a worthless, feckless, [fun guy] only ever looking for a cheap [friend and reasonable drink.] You will never get another CENT of our money again. I can promise you that. Hell, I might as well see if Jordie will take this little [whoopsie] out of your pension.
When will you stop being a disappointment? Can you stop being a disappointment? [I love you very much, my dear younger brother. Mum and dad send kisses.]
-William"
You'd think that being in the Society would've expanded his vocabulary some. Though I will say, I certainly learned some new terms today. Ah well. Like H.R. already said, this was planned, at least. Not that Will seems to know that, but he can be with Mum and Dad at me for this all he likes. He usually is.
Speaking of the Society, their leader is popping in tomorrow. Don't know when. Never can with that lot. Might as well not dwell on it too much, choice? It'd drive you mad, considering it backward.