Thor,
Let's make this understood right from the start. I am not writing this letter because I care about you, nor because I wish to be redeemed. I am writing to tell you that I have a horrible Midgardian disease. My head pounds constantly, I am coughing and sneezing all day and my nose is running. If any of your "friends" poisoned me, I swear I will hunt them down and wedge a sharp twig between their toenails and their toe. Then I'll make them kick a wall. Now, isn't that painful to think about? If it turns out nobody has poisoned me, I will still hunt them down, but I will only set them on fire for an hour or so.
Loki, your not-brother.
A review's just a click away. (note: that actually is painful to think about. I mean, think about you wedging a toothpick under your toenail and kicking a wall. I'm shuddering while writing this!)
Aww, Loki has a cold... Any reviewer gets to hug a sick Loki!
