Erratum Blamer

Jackass,

I have no tolerance for this type of nincompoop-ery. Unprofessional in the least! How dare one must deceive in such a way as to make a mockery of my pain, discomfort, and above all, tummy-ache-y-ness! Upon reading my manuscript sent to me, with funds you acquired from me I WILL REMIND YOU, to write this…this… Twaddle! Oh sir, I am flamboyant with rage! I have put plans aside to deal with this dilemma first hand. I am so convinced of an inward spiral of sabotage set by you and your cod walloping writer illiterates that I have lost all control of sense, leaving me no choice but to trust not one of my servanttees with this debilitation, fearing you may have already gotten your smeary paws upon their hollow backstabbing hands.

How dare you try pawn-eth-ing this trite jibber jabber to me with smile and curtsey. How gay one must be in their denial to transact in such a manner as to be manner-less in their transacting! You fool! You have opened an egg already hatched in tradition! A crest going farther back than God himself! My magic powers beheld by bloodline would destroy your lame write-ery like a toothpick made of bone picking through elephant dung! Without a succeeding thought! And, it is you, sir, who is said dung.

I have paid you and your company for a job that may have been very well done myself. Weller done indeed. But instead of your reputation succeeding you with time that I myself have wasted by inquiring smarter peoples than yourself at dinner parties and expensive galas, you have failed your reputation with hooey!

Expect me to enter your Shoppe mid-afternoon upon next Wednesday to discuss this matter as civil enemies…until we become not. I will not take NO for an answer.

Sincerely,
Lord Fat Elvis