The reply to the previous letter.
Dear Marik
Baka. You can just as easily squash a pigeon with a baseball bat. Its more satisfying and you wouldn't have made your hikari pissed off. Letters will have to do for now then I guess. Any chance you know when you come back? Annoying the Pharaoh ain't as fun without you around. Plus I'm running out of ideas to torture him and you always come up with good ones. Oh, and no he hasn't kicked my ass at anything since you left, but feel free to kiss it anyway.
It's been raining non-stop for the past few days over here. I don't mind rain at all but my weaker half complains like a bitch. That pointy haired dude (Honda?) had a huge crash on that motorbike of his the other day, and lucky me was witness to the whole thing. The roads downtown have been flooded since the drains can't take all the water, and turning a corner he skidded right across the tarmac and smacked right into a tree! You should've seen the explosion his bike made! It's just a pity the mortal wasn't actually on it when it burst into flames. Also a pity it was still raining 'cause the fire was put out kinda quickly with it.
I think rain is my new best friend. The Pharaoh's stupid game shop was flooded two nights ago. Bad news was that it meant oh-so-kind Ryou let the midget and his master stay with us while they got it sorted, but good news is that I get to torture him! So far he's gotten an ice cold wake-up call and I switched the sugar for salt in his coffee. 15 times. You'd think he'd learn by now.
Missing your sexy ass,
Bakura
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