Dear most ardent fan once removed, otherwise known as Gregor,

Howard is writing this for me. I still have a hard time holding a pen. My claws get in the way.

Your girlfriend is making me crazy. She is an eccentric bond. But she has good instincts, better than most of the idiot rulers of her fair city. Her parents were not terrible, but I admit the daughter is better, in spite of her age. She is grudgingly fair. But I do not know how much longer her temper will hold with the group of racial delegates. They give frustration a new name.

So, this Steve is giving you some trouble. Just make sure you don't give him any trouble. The plea of 'I am a born fighter and couldn't help myself' will go no further than your mouth. Remember that, boy. From what I've interpreted from the Overland court proceedings I've read before eating them, Overlanders are not a forgiving people. It must be where the killers - I mean, the humans in the Underland get their charming attitudes. They are as proprietary as Sandwich ever was.

Not that I have anything personal against the human delegate. I believe he is a friend of yours. He is more concerned with fairness to all races than most are. But he's still a soldier. He's seen too much to forget.

I would rather you were down here than up there. Your girlfriend's pining for you is getting on my nerves. I like to think of myself as a patient rat, but my patience is running thin. Maybe some shrimp and cream sauce will calm my nerves.

Oh, here's Nike with a batch of cookies from Lizzie! MMMMMMMM!

Ripred

From Howard: I pride myself on having the patience that Ripred lacks, and tolerance for many behaviors. But watching Ripred eat means I have to concentrate not to be sick. I have never seen anyone inhale their food in this way. Did you find him so..? Urgh!