Dear Jim,
Why did you do that? Why did you make him kill himself? Why have you ruined my life and his life, when you must have known it would do the same to yours too? Now we both have to sit through the rest of our boring lives, listening to might have outsmarted your enemy, and killed off my best friend in the world, but you've just destroyed your reason for living. And mine. I may not know how you did it, or where you are, but I know you survived, and I know you're bored. So I am going to hunt you down, and put you in the most common prison for life, rotting away among all the idiocy, surrounded by so many simpletons, you won't be able to think. And after a while, you'll begin to become just like them. I'll burn your brain out, since you don't have a heart.
Sincerely,
John.