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The postal service is pissing off the wrong gods.
September 13, 2015
Thor,
I have received your correspondences and plan to do much more than air my grievances with this wretched delivery system.
I am still astonished by your articulate words. I read the words you penned so passionately and could not quell the warmth I felt. You remember that song. Listen to the words, Thor. I always felt as if those words were sung just for us. You wrote that you would like to hear me sing that song to you again. I can arrange that, but you must comply with my request, as well. I would like you to send me some pictures. Prove the sincerity of your words, Thor. If you feel for me as you say you do, I require pictures of you in… compromising positions… preferably devoid of garments.
I am outraged by the mongrels at this facility. I was promised one phone call per week and have received no such privilege. The reason I am being held captive involves the use of substances deemed illegal in this realm. They sent me here under the assumption that I am dependent on these substances and, therefore, needed to be rehabilitated. Do these incessant creatures believe that I, Loki, God of Mischief, would succumb to such a petty thing?
Nevertheless, I look forward to receiving my end of the bargain.
I will call if I am able,
Loki
