Ello, this is New York speaking, but everyone calls me Dylan. But anyways I'm only doing this letter…thing, because Pen and Jersey won't leave me alone unless I do and holding them at gun-point and threats with the mafia didn't work out as well as I planned. Who knows maybe this is just the thing to take my mind of things…or not. But none the less if you don't write me, I'll be forced to resort to plan B: find a way to black mail my siblings into silence. On the other hand if you wish to write me I'm accepting letters, pieces of advice, dares (that are appropriate for the rating of this site, I'm willing to do just about anything but I still have morals), and questions from everyone; that includes normal humans, my fellow siblings (I swear if I even catch a hint of you 'bros' laughing at me for this I will be hunting down your sorry a**), countries, just really anyone for that matter.
Sincerely NOT yours,
Dylan Christopher Smith-Jones
