To my moronic second in command, S. Squalo.
Hello, Squalo.
I'm fuckin' being forced to write this goddamn fucking letter because that fucking laptop you gave me screwed up and died on me. I'm not good with technology - being frozen for the past couple of years does that to you.
Anyway, I fucking want to know why none of Varia have shown up so I can get out of this shit-hole. I don't care that you're swamped with missions.
I don't FUCKING CARE.
And if being stuck in this godforsaken ROCK off the coast of GOD KNOWS WHERE was bad enough, i'm stuck with fucking Mukuro.
The fucking wonder pinapple.
I don't care if that shithead Ninth said that it would be good to do some 'survival'training. I just fucking want to get back and kill somebody.
And if Mukuro doesn't stop with that fucking creepy laughter all the time, it'll be him
And while i'm being forced to write this letter, theres a few things I want to get straightened out.
FUCKING CUT YOUR HAIR. I'm fucking sick of finding clumps of hair in my bath. On that topic, stop using my bathroom. You have your own fucking bathroom.
And while i'm still stuck here and probably will be for the rest of the decade, I want you to go around killing those bastards that seem to think we're a 'couple'.
First of all, i'm not fucking gay. And even if I am, I would certainly not be gay for you. It's the fucking Lussuria's fault.
You need to kill him. Kill him dead.
The fucking guy is a fucking fruit. Even more so then the wonder pinapple. How the fuck did he even get in the Varia anyway?
Another thing. You need to stop Bel from killing Fran. Since some of the Varia are going to be dead very soon, we need the numbers.
One last thing, since my hand is getting fucking tired.
Fucking kill the Vongola brat. Or i'll kill you.
Fucking goodbye, and you better fucking do it.