Dear [Adult Swim],
A couple of months ago, I wrote to tell you about the death of my hamster, Mr. Fuzzles. I poured out my heart and soul so that others would know the pain of my loss and maybe, just maybe you would show a little compassion for the passing of dear, sweet Mr. Fuzzles. Well, guess what? Some retard with barely enough brain-power to lick a window would know (or even care) about my recently departed hamster.
So, I deecided to tell you about my new pet, Mr. Fuzzles II. He's not a hamster...he's a giraffe. Actually, it's not even a 'he'. Come to think of it, maybe I should name her Mrs. Fuzzles. But, if I did that, wouldn't most people think that she was married to Mr. Fuzzles? Guess I'll just have to explain that because of Adult Swim's indifference to my dead hamster, I had to name my girl giraffe a boy's name in order to carry on the loving memory...
Well, now you've done it! BumpMaster(bater), you've ruined my new pet's life without any concern to it's emotional well-being. I hope you're happy because somewhere a little girl giraffe is weeping... Weeping over her name...
Angry as usual,
Crap_Screamer
Alvis: Neither is it ham, nor pomp. Nay - the true meaning of Alvistime ... is drinking. Drinking and revenge.